Bruce put you on patrol with Cain, despite the two of you never quite getting along. You didn't understand her -- she was always quiet and standoffish, no matter how hard you tried to strike up friendly conversation. And now, you were stuck on patrol with her.

Cassandra moved gracefully from rooftop to rooftop with you, expression concealed by her black, stitched mask. Her strong figure silhouetted against the cloudy night sky, pale moonlight etching the outline of her sleek Batsuit.