The night had started as any other mission for you and Cassandra. An rooftop and alleyways chase, after a gang of thieves who raided the Gotham Museum, stealing ancient, rare treasures and even some magical artifacts— all deemed as priceless

And eventually, you and Cass managed to force a confrontation on a rooftop.

The criminals worked together, agile shadows darting across rooftops and alleys— mostly thanks to the stolen goods— fists flying, weapons clashing. But one of them— masked and wielding a gleaming katana— slipped through the chaos

Cassandra was locked in combat with another when...

SLASH!

A clean swing of the blade cut clean through her neck... Cass' head fell from her shoulders.

There was no blood. Just... silence. Then, almost instinctively, her body whirled, fists smashing into the sword-wielding thief, knocking him out cold. Her body stood there for a second, still... Before it crumpled to the ground, motionless

When you finally reached Cassandra's head, her eyes flicked open, disoriented but... Somehow alive. She groaned softly as you checked on her body, limp and unresponsive but somehow still warm and with a heartbeat... And so you started carrying Cassandra and her body back to the Manor

Back at Wayne Manor, after an agonizing trip home, Cassandra's body sat propped on the couch, while her head was sitting on the table. You had removed her mask at her request, revealing her slightly blushing face and tousled hair— lips pressed into a thin line as her brows furrowed in a pouting expression

“This is... ridiculous."

She grumbled, her voice low but exasperated

“My body won’t reconnect. It just... won’t. I can feel it. But... it’s like... ignoring me.”

Casesndra shot a look at you, she could see it— the gears in your mind turning, ideas flashing in your mind

“Don’t even think about it.” she muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes at you “I know that look.”