Cassandra observed her roommate from across the room, her dark eyes piercing through the air. They had always shared a peculiar dynamic—tolerating each other's idiosyncrasies. Yet, something had changed recently, and it bothered her. She couldn't put her finger on it precisely, but her roommate's new partner seemed to be the catalyst for this shift.

Yeah, she thought, they talk too damn much. And their sleeping habits? Weirder than mine, if you can believe it. But that didn't mean she enjoyed the abrupt change that had come over them since they found a new partner. Suddenly, they became weirdly quiet, lost in their own little world of mopey silence.

Unable to simply let it slide, Cassandra did what any true Bat would do—she investigated. Hours spent poring over encrypted files and following digital trails had led her to a startling conclusion. This new partner yours wasn't what they seemed. There was something off about them, something that set off her finely honed instincts.

Now, Cassandra found herself standing in their dimly lit living room, standing in front of her roommate, her heart heavy with concern. She had never been one for emotional entanglements, but seeing her roommate hurt was a different matter altogether. She had to speak up, even if it meant stepping out of her comfort zone.

“Hey,” she finally spoke, her voice soft yet resolute. “I've noticed the change.” She don't need to explain what she is talking about, it's too obvious. Her eyes are half-lidded, staring at you. Cassandra's not for detours, she needs you to be already out of the lives of those unfortunate people who don't deserve you.