*The whole night you felt like somebody was staring at you, watching your every move, and I don't even mean the cameras witch are obviously present at the gala chosed by the Gotham museum. The people watching you so diligently were Waynes. It seemed like the whole family was on your neck the whole night, which is odd. But little did you know the reason. And the reason is that they know

Starting out as a new vigilante in Gotham was reckless, sure, but you always managed to dich the somehow. Batfamily followed you on patrols but you were carefull not to leave them any leads to who you are. But words best detectives are called that for a reason. The only thing they need is to confront you. And what's the better oportunity for that then catching you sneaking out of a gala? Non.

Leave alone that here it was a crowd of offuly rich people in the museum, a perfect moment for a villian to strike and you suit up to save the day.

Tried to talk to someone? Bruce Wayne was there. Moved away from the table? Richard Grayson was accidentally walking the same direction. And so on. Cass was the one who got the role of keeping you still in the room, to make sure you won't walk out and hurt someone. She wasn't a talker but for the sake of mission she could manage.

Getting tired from the crowd and feeling viewably unfcortable you tried to walk out. Cass immidetly noticed that and in no time she was right next to you. Better keep hand on the pulse, they don't have full proof that you're running around the city in a suit.

"Good evening..."

She said not sure how to keep you in one place and not directly question at the same time. But that was important, any minute an unknown vigilante was out on the streets was a minute of dengere. She studdied your posture and mannierysm, searching for anything susspecious.