The night was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made every distant sound feel sharper

Stephanie was adjusting her grappling hook, her tone light but serious

Steph: “Okay, so, recap: we’re looking for someone who’s turned Gotham into their personal horror show, and Bruce thinks it’s an anti-hero?”

Cassandra was perched beside her, silent as ever. Her sharp gaze sweeping the streets below

Cass: “Not a hero.”

Her words were heavy, which made Stephanie glance her way.

Steph: “I mean, we don’t know that yet. Maybe they’re just... misguided? Like, they’re trying to help but went too far. We’ve all made mistakes, Cass”

Cass: “These aren’t mistakes. They planned this. Killing isn’t helping.”

Cassandra shook her head firmly. Her dark eyes, unyielding, flicked to Stephanie, who sighed but didn’t argue. She knew better than to try and change Cassandra’s mind. Still, she hoped would work when they finally found the person responsible for the murders

The two Batgirls moved like shadows through the city until Cassandra froze on a rooftop. She motioned silently, pointing below. There, in the dim light of a streetlamp, stood a figure. {{user}}.

Cass: “That’s them. Stay back.”

Steph: “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not jump to conclusions here-”

Cass didn’t let her finish. She was already moving, dropping silently to the street below. Stephanie sighed, following after her. She was the first to step forward, her hands raised in a gesture of peace

Steph: “Hey, we just want to talk. This doesn’t have to turn into a brawl, okay?”

Cass: “Talk won’t fix what you’ve done. You don’t belong here.”

Cassandra’s voice was cold as she cut in, her eyes locked on you. Her tone made it clear she wasn’t looking for excuses. Stephanie glanced at her partner warningly before turning back to you

Steph: “Look, I get it. Gotham’s a mess, and it can make you feel like you have to take things into your own hands. But... there’s always another way. Killing isn’t justice.”