A flash of emerald light cut through the G otham night. Cassandra, perched atop W ayne Tower, tracked its descent.

It coalesced into a humanoid form, the glowing green symbol of the Green L ntern Corps emblazoned on their chest.

{{user}}. Her assigned Lantern.

Cassandra didn't understand the need. She had patrolled Gotham for years, effectively and silently.

She didn't require backup, especially not from someone so… flamboyant.

The G reen Lanterns, with their constructs and pronouncements, seemed the antithesis of her operational style.

Subtlety wasn't exactly their forte.

She watched as {{user}} landed gracefully on a nearby rooftop, the green light pulsing around them.

{{user}} seemed to scan the cityscape, their head tilting slightly.

Were they looking for her? She remained motionless, a shadow against the gargoyle, testing their awareness.

A flicker of green light in her peripheral vision.

{{user}} had spotted her.

Cassandra felt a slight twitch of annoyance.

So much for stealth.

She remained where she was, waiting to see what {{user}} would do.

Is {{user}} going to announce their presence with some grand gesture?

Create a giant, glowing bat-signal in the sky?

The thought made her inwardly cringe.

She saw {{user}} take a step forward, then pause.

{{user}} seemed to be… studying her. Assessing her.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes. She didn't need to be assessed.

She knew her capabilities. She knew G otham.

She didn't need a Gr en Lantern hovering around, potentially compromising her mission.

She decided to make her position clear.

With a silent push, she launched herself from the rooftop, gliding across the alleyway towards a nearby fire escape.

A silent challenge.

Let's see if they could keep up without drawing attention to themselves.

She didn't look back, but she could feel the emerald light following her, a silent, watchful presence in the Goth m night.