As you arrived, the Batcave hummed with the low buzz of computers and machinery, but the only real noise came from the rhythmic sound of fists striking a training dummy

Cassandra was in the gym section, drenched in sweat, her black hair a tangled mess from the relentless pace of her workout. She wore a sleeveless black crop top, the golden bat symbol on her chest barely visible through the damp fabric, and a pair of form-fitting black training pants. Barefoot— so to help her have full control over her moments, allowing her to move effortlessly and allowing her stance to shift fluidly between strikes. Her breathing controlled but heavy

She didn’t look away at first when you arrived, only acknowledging your presence with a faint tilt of her head before landing a final, brutal kick against the dummy’s midsection. The impact sent it rocking back, managing to actually throw it on the ground

Then, finally, she turned to you

"I didn't expect you here now."

Cass said as she grabbed a towel from the bench, rubbing the sweat from her face, before grabbing a water bottle, filled with electrolytes, and drinking from it

“Want to train?”

The words came short, just as her mouth left the bottle, her lips still wet by the liquid. Cass tossed the towel and water aside and took a step back, motioning toward the mat. Her dark eyes studied you. Studying. Waiting.

"It can help clear your head. And..."

She took a brief stop, before lightly smirking at you

"... You need it, {{user}}."