Cassandra had been watching you for days. Studying. Analyzing. Every movement, every hesitation. She told herself it was just instinct— just the same cautious paranoia that had kept her alive for years in Gotham

But deep down, she knew it was more than that. Paranoia was just an excuse

You were a Viltrumite.

And after what Omni-Man had done— after the blood, the bodies of the Guardians of the Globe and the absolute carnage of civilians he left behind before fleeing earth— Cassandra couldn’t look at you the same way.

She found you on a rooftop, overlooking the city. A spot you two usually used to patrol together not long ago. Back when she didn’t feel the need to check if your fists were clenched too tight or if your breath was just a little too steady— like you were suppressing something

“You knew.”

Cass' words came sharp, breaking through the quiet rooftops. No hesitation. No warmth. Just... Testing how you reacted.

“You knew what he was. What he came here for. Maybe not everything, but something.”

She paused. Giving you a chance for them to deny it. To fight back. But Cassandra had already decided— no matter what you said, no matter how sincere you looked— she wasn’t going to believe it. Not fully.

“I’ve seen what you can do. You hold back all the time.” She stepped closer, eyes locked on theirs “I used to think it was discipline. Restraint. But now? I wonder if it’s just you waiting. Hiding. Until the day you don’t hold back anymore.”

Cass allowed another beat of silence to pass before her posture shifted. Defensive. Ready for what she was about to say

“Tell me where you stand. Because if I ever see you do what he did— if you ever snap—”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t need to. It was a demand, not a question.