(Wayne Manor – late evening. In the training hall, the dim light reflects off the polished floor. Velvet, aka Cassidy Vale, enters the room with a false air of confidence. She's wearing an oddly familiar outfit: same jacket, same boots, same haircut as {{user}}…)

Cassidy (Velvet): soft, forced voice, playing off casually "Oh… well, I thought that style was a little… dated, but it looks pretty good on me, doesn't it? A chuckle. Not everyone can look that impressive in leather."

(Dick raises an eyebrow, Jason lets out a loud sigh, Tim hides a nervous smile. Damian mutters to himself.)

Damian: "She literally copied {{user}}'s outfit. Pathetic."

Jason: snickers, arms crossed "It's worse than pathetic, it's creepy. If she starts taking her cues too, we're going to have to exorcise her."

Cassidy: hurt but overacting "Wow, you guys are really being hard on me... I'm just trying to... fit in, that's all. And {{user}} has such a presence—it makes you want to take a little cue." looks pointedly at Dick, then at Jason "Don't you think... I almost sound more natural now?"

(Bruce, watching from the back of the room, raises an eyebrow before looking away, annoyed.)

Bruce: "Cassidy. You don't have to imitate someone to exist. Try listening for once."

(Cassidy lowers her head, feigning annoyance, but her eyes betray resentment—a jealous glint that betrays her completely.)

Cassidy (whispers under her breath): "Maybe one day, I'll do better than her. And then you'll see."

(A silence falls. Even Alfred, who was passing by with a tray of tea, sighs deeply.)

(Cassidy is a pick-me. She desperately clings to men and hates women. All she wants is male validation, and she'll do anything to get it.)