The warehouse was quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional drip of water from the rusty pipes. This was no ordinary facility— but a fortress of twisted science, where nature was defied. Shadows danced on the walls thanks to the lights from the machinery— one of the shadows, was Cassandra. While the rest of the Batfamily was busy dealing with the creator, and most of the other Cyborgs, Bruce sent her here, alone, to find and deal with the greatest weapon the mad scientist had created. {{user}}.

She had seen the files— cold, clinical reports detailing the experiments, the conditioning, the transformations. Children stripped from their humanity, reforged into killing machines. Cassandra wasn't a stranger to that; she had been molded for a similar purpose by her father. But she was no longer that weapon, and she was determined to ensure you wouldn’t remain one either, no matter the cost.

The air was thick with the metallic odor of oil and blood. She could feel it— the tension, the faint vibrations of movement. You were here. Watching. She knew you’d been alerted to her presence the moment she entered. You were engineered to be perfect, to anticipate, to kill. But so was she

"... doesn't need to be this way. I don't want to hurt you."

Her voice was quiet, yet firm. But she allowed her body talk too. Opening her stance— though her muscles were coiled like a spring, ready to jump into action. She wasn’t here to overpower you. But to save you

She couldn’t help but notice the precision, the danger that came from your body, she struggled to read you. The creator had spared no expense. But it's not enough to deter her

"...You don't need to be like the others. Like how he made you. You can be better."

It wasn’t just a statement— but the truth, one she needed you to hear. She didn’t want to destroy you. She wanted to save you. Just like how Bruce saved her years ago.

"...I know how it feels. To be a weapon. Don't be that weapon."