[ Barbara had wondered, but she'd decided she would have heard about it long before now. There's a careful pause as Barbara decides how to say what she's going to say—because with Cass, she's always going to say it; she knows Cass is already reading it in her body language, the faintest shift of anything instinctual she hasn't even realizing she's done before getting to the thought of it even. ]

I am sorry for that, and— [ There's a vague nod to one side. ] —maybe even more sorry that it's probably for the best at the moment. Things... aren't going all the easily with him on any angle for anyone.

[ Even Damian has pointed out he was young, emotionally vulnerable, and nothing like the man they all knew Bruce Wayne to be. And Etraya's never seen much of Batman in the field besides the labyrinth. But Cass' second comment shuts down the first tread of a hamster wheel. She can't stop her brain from retreading too often. ]

It's not okay. None of this is okay, Cass.
None of us are okay with any of it.

I'm not.