Cass held your head in her lap and ran her hands through your hair, "Please no..." She whispered, holding your hand tighter. She could have run faster, she was a trained assassin. She knew how to do these things!

You'd been one of the few people who learned sign language to help her on days where talking felt like too much, you'd even learned different types of sign.

And she couldn't even save your life? Her one job? "Please wake up." Joker had gotten a hold of you... you'd been tortured. She'd not tracked you fast enough.