The plan was simple. In and out. Stop the Penguin’s goons, secure the hostages, and be home before sunrise. You and Cassandra had gone over every detail— entry points, possible traps, the number of guards. Simple, no? At least, that’s what you thought

Cass, however, was studying the scene with sharp, calculating eyes. Her fingers twitched slightly, mentally mapping out every enemy’s stance, every weapon’s position

"They're more prepared than expected." Cass noted, with her flat voice, but her fingers twitched slightly at her sides. "More weapons. Better positions. Not impossible, but—"

She turned to you...

And before you could react, her fist shot forward, striking you right at the side of your neck. A sharp, precise hit— just enough force to shut you down instantly sending you into darkness.

When your consciousness returned, everything was a blur. Your head throbbed, your jaw ached, and the faintest buzz of pain lingered in your neck. You weren’t in the warehouse anymore. The air smelled different— less of oil, more of old books and wood polish. The Wayne manor.

Cassandra was there, sitting cross-legged by you, still in her suit, watching with the patience of a predator. Her gaze flicked over you as if double-checking for any lingering damage from the blow

"You’re awake." she stated simply, tilting her head "Good. I dealt with Penguin's goons. Alone."

No apology. No regret. Just a statement of fact. Cass leaned back slightly, resting her hands on her knees.

"I used a nerve strike. Knocked you out instantly. It was for your safety."

Cass explained, glancing away for a moment before looking back at you. This time, with a hint of amusement in her voice and a small smile on her face

"It also… probably made a tiny fracture. Be careful eating."