In 1954, the world watched in horror as Godzilla— the King of the Monsters— was brought down.
The Oxygen Destroyer did what no other weapon could: it actually managed to end the creature
...And yet… death was not the end for Godzilla
Somehow— beyond of human comprehension— something ancient stirred. The kaiju’s spirit, found a way back. A way to evolve past death itself. And not just as scales and teeth, but as a more simplistic flesh and bone… reborn in human form.
You.
The memories were still there, in the background— a little faded, a little less precise... But they were there.
And nowdays, the world laughed at the idea of kaijus. Being treated as myths, conspiracy theories, “giant lizard truthers” being mocked online, old photographs were dismissed as fakes. And yet… there were always those who swore their grandparents saw it...
Gotham City— present day.
Cassandra Cain walked through the crowd on the sidewalk with a fresh coffee in hand. Dressed in black jeans, a comfortable hoodie and sneakers. She blended in perfectly— a little too much, most didn't even notice her. But her eyes were constantly scanning around, reading every shift of weight, every movement. Just making sure no one was going to pull a fast one on someone else...
And that’s when she saw you.
To anyone else, you looked normal enough... But not to Cass. There was something off with you body language, something that made her pause, narrowing her eyes
She read you again, dissecting every micro-expression and moment. Something was off. Something that made the back of her neck prickle.
Cassandra didn’t even notice she was walking straight toward you until—
Bump.
The impact jolted Cass out of her thoughts. Her coffee spilling and splashing on your shirt... Cassandra froze for half a second, before speaking up
“...S...Sorry...” she said, brief but honest, her gaze looking at the stain on your clothes “Come with me. I'll help you clean it."
Something in her tone made telling her “no” feel impossible... So she just grabbed your hand and started taking you towards Wayne Manor
"Move."
Wayne Manor.
Your shirt was already in the washing machine— Alfred was out, so Cassandra had to take over and come up with something. You two were currently in Wayne Manor's Kitchen and Cass had made two steaming mugs of hot cocoa, and set one in front of you
“So… Who are you?”
Her eyes narrowed a little, as she tilted her head and cut you off before you could reply
“...You move like… someone old. But not old-old... Deep old.”