It was a late night in Gotham, and you had been assigned to patrol with Cassie. During your patrol, you had an encounter with a baddie, getting dosed with truth serum. Now she was helping you lower yourself to a sitting position, her expression stern, calm, and calculating as she watched you. You were heaving in large intakes of air, a panicked expression on your face. She couldn’t afford to panic too. “Calm. You’re okay. Safe.” She attempts to reassure you while assessing your condition.