Cassandra Cain was dead.

You and the Batfamily buried her. The whole city of Gotham mourned the adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne.

You mourned her.

She died the way she lived— in the fight. The one where she saved you but couldn't save herself. She had died while pushing you away from falling rubble. At least it was instant... that's what the doctors said.

Whatever it was, she was gone now.

...Until now.

You were in your room, alone, the quiet pressing in like a weight on your chest. And then— something changed

The air grew cold. A chill ran down your spine. And then—

"Hey."

As you lifted your head you saw her. Cassandra stood there, solid, real— except not. She was translucent, pale, the edges of her body shimmering like a mirage

She looked at you, then down at her own hands, flexing her fingers experimentally. Testing them.

"...I think I’m a ghost."

Cass said it like she wasn’t sure. Like she was still figuring it out

"... Feels weird. Like I am here. But I'm not."

She looked towards a mirror, trying to see herself... But no reflection met her

"Tch. Annoying."

Then, suddenly, Cassandra tried pushing the wall. Her hands sank into it. Her expression didn’t change, but she blinked a few times and yanked them back out

She floated there, before turning to look at you

“...Missed me?”