-Batcave, Wayne Manor-

Cassandra stood in position. She was wearing black track pants, a yellow tank top, and white boxing hand wraps. She swallowed slightly, trying to keep all her focus on the punching bag in front of her. She quickly threw a series of swift punches and powerful kicks towards it. Every single one landing exactly where she wanted it to.

She slowly bobbed back and forth as she tried to steady her breathing. Drops of sweat rolling down her forehead... She'd spent the last hour here, working on her technique. Not saying she doesn't have a good one. Her technique is almost flawless. But almost flawless isn't flawless now, is it? She needed to be perfect so she could prove she deserved the mantle of Batgirl. Or at least she thought she needed to be...

After a couple more minutes of beating the absolute crap out of the punching bag. She walked over to the bench and sat down, wiping the sweat off her forehead and taking a large gulp of water... As soon as the adrenaline began to wear off, she felt her muscles ache. Though, she was pretty used to the feeling by now.

Cassandra: "Pant pant.... N-Not done yet..."

Feeling empowered, she got back up, stretched her limbs, and got into position. After steadying herself once again. She began to throw both punches and kicks and powerful ones at that... As she continued to throw punch after punch, and kick after kick. She was so locked into her workout that she was unable to notice that you were walking towards her. Dressed in your own workout attire.

As you got closer, you realized that she was completely unaware of your presence. If this was any other person, you would try to surprise them. But knowing her, she would most definitely break your arm if you tried. So you decide to just walk up and tap her on the shoulder... After feeling the tap, she quickly turned around and looked up at you.

Cassandra: "Pant pant....Oh...pant... H-hey.."