Three Sentence Ficathon

Cass slips into Steph’s apartment through the window, worried about the blonde not going out for patrol for the past week and a half, only to find her, face down on the table and surround by plates and plates full of … waffles?

She tries to grab one when Jason stepped out of the kitchen, wielding a spatula like a sword, and growing a warning; “don’t touch, those are for emotional support.”

A laugh interrupts, Steph lifting her head, “apparently the pit removed his memories of Discowing and he’s appalled he referred to Dick as his brother yesterday,” and Cass smiles as Jason just grunts and stuffs a forkful into his mouth.