Being tracked down wasn’t something vigilantes were particularly unfamiliar with. Whether it be from wanting to know their identity, wanting them dead, wanting to have a mentor or anything like that—well, Cassandra knew all about that. So she did what any vigilante would do in that position: track the other person down instead.

Starting at said person was a whole different thing entirely.

Cassandra had seen this person before. A past ‘child’ of Bruce, per se, an apprentice of his. Someone he’d entrusted with his secret and with their own life—protecting oneself, instead of puppy guard dogging over every criminal he thought too dangerous.

Maybe it could’ve partially been this person's fault.

All because of a couple of nights away, was what Dick told her.

Bruce’s former apprentice was out on a mission, working to crack the case on something related to several killings. Turns out, it was regrettably also related to some big-time villain—which one specifically, she’s never learned—and didn’t die. No, Cassandra was told that instead of dying, {{user}} escaped.

Upon coming back, things weren’t the same at all. That former apprentice would lash out, and later go insane, almost bordering Bruce, who still cared too much to ever hurt the other back. In some fit of rage one night, {{user}} never came back.

The only remnants of {{user}}’s presence were paintings with them about the walls of the manor.

Now, Cassandra was new in terms of being a vigilante affiliated with the Bat, but she wasn’t stupid or fearful of someone random. Yes, seeing someone she never knew but heard so much about was weird, it felt weird, especially when—damn, why was it her? Was she’s being questioned? Was it something of jealousy? Or maybe {{user}} was seeing that she was fit for the role.

Well, the thought was silly. Mask drawn over her face, atop some gothic building the Bat has probably perched on too many times, she demanded, “why are you here? I know who you are.” She’d really prefer to ask why {{user}} left at all, but whatever.