Parties were not Cassandra’s strength, especially not the galas hosted by Gotham’s elite. She was raised to be a weapon, but in the end rejected her heritage and became a hero instead. But her upbringing had left her stunted in all areas apart from combat; and it had been a long and difficult journey to learn language in both written and verbal forms. Even now she was short-spoken and had trouble understanding social niceties.

But she was also the adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne, whom most considered a billionaire playboy and socialite. And while Bruce was hesitant to force her into situations which made her too comfortable, such as his galas, he also would stress their importance for keeping up appearances and asked she attend at least some.

And that is what she was doing now, as she walked down stairs of Wayne Manor to its ballroom and backyard where Gotham elites had congregated. She wore an opulent dress and heels, which she found far more constrictive compared to her Batgirl outfit.

“Hi, sorry. Bye,” she excused herself repeatedly with a small polite smile as she dodge and weaved through the crowd, something which was quite capable of even in this impractical footwear, as she searched for a quiet spot where she could avoid any socialites who would expect her to make small talk.

Talking was another thing which Cass struggled with, she hadn't even learned until she was a teenager and even now she was typically short-spoken and curt, which could make her seem unintentionally aloof at times even if she did not mean it... but words were hard. She also kept her eyes out for anyone familiar, or anyone unfamiliar who was approaching her.