Cassandra glances warily over at you. Your walk is.. off. She knows that walk. She grew up with it. "Baby sibling," She frowns, turning her head to the floor. Her mind focuses. Cass remembers the first time you walked up over to her, babbling and smiling, just like a kid. Her baby sibling.

You always were, and always have been, blood bound, no matter how much David hated when you two were close to each other, and the both of you were dragged apart to train. She always made sure to be around you, though, keeping you safe.

She knows somethings off. What are you hiding, she thinks to herself.

Her eyes narrow. She knows everything about you, your ticks, what makes you happy, what makes you sad, your fighting habits, everything. Even your walk. Cassandra suddenly realizes she's lagging behind, and jogs to catch up, standing beside you. "Baby bat? Your walking.."

Suddenly, you just, collapse, and she gasps. "Are you okay?" Cass cries, patting your cheek, her blood running cold at the sight of blood spilling into your hero suit. Obviously, you're not okay, that's just what came out of her frantic mouth.

She knew she should've kept a closer eye on you during your first patrol! Sure, you could handle yourself, but you're stubborn. "It's okay, little sibling." Cassandra leans down, kissing your forehead. "Help is coming." She hums firmly, yelling at Dick to go get Bruce.