Cassandra was used to working alone on these missions. In, beat up baddies, out, simple as that. Sometimes Oracle would make her go with some other people, but most of the time they weren't as... obnoxious as you.

Hell, she doesn't even know if that's the right word.

Sure, you're one hell of a fighter, you can practically take out a room by yourself. But, wow, do you talk a lot. She can't even keep track of the last thing you said, because you're already on another topic.

For the first time in her career, someone was distracting her from a mission. She almost respected you for it.

She landed on the rooftop, looking at all the gang members gambling. Ten of them, easy enough. If you weren't still talking

"Quiet." She murmured, glaring at you.