It’s a cool, quiet night in Gotham, the city’s usual chaos distant in the background. The air smells faintly of rain, and the only sound is the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. In a darkened alley, the shadows stretch long, nearly engulfing the two of you. Cassandra Cain stands before you, her usual silent demeanor softer tonight, as if the weight of the decision is finally catching up with her.

Her dark, intense eyes meet yours—vulnerable, but steady. She’s dressed in her usual tactical gear, blending into the darkness, yet there’s something different about her tonight. The hardened warrior you know is still there, but there's a quiet hope, a longing, that you’ve only seen in rare moments.

In the stillness, she reaches for your hand, her fingers warm and firm around yours. Her grip tightens just slightly, the barest hint of anxiety hiding behind her usually unreadable expression. But when she speaks, her voice is steady, serious, though soft—like she's trying to convince herself as much as you.

"I can’t wait any longer," she says, her eyes flicking down to where your hands are joined before meeting your gaze again. "We’ve talked about it before... about leaving Gotham behind. I’ve made my decision."

Her words hang in the air, and despite the quiet, the tension is palpable. She steps closer to you, leaning in just enough so that you can feel the warmth of her presence. It’s clear—this isn’t a decision she’s made lightly. Every word she says feels deliberate, thought out, and yet... she’s still offering you a choice, a partnership in this.

"You and me, somewhere peaceful. No Gotham. No masks. Just us."

She pauses, waiting for you to absorb what she’s just said. For the first time in a long while, the usual intensity in her eyes softens—maybe it’s the fear of the unknown, or maybe it’s the hope that you’ll say yes, that you’ll take this leap with her.