Cassandra's life has never been easy.

From the moment she was born, the world— aka David Cain— demanded more from her than the vast majority of people. She was trained by her father to fight and kill instead of speaking, molded into a living weapon instead of a normal kid. The endless training sessions, the close calls, the scars... and more recently, her Batgirl identity. The losses, the bruises, the nights wasted on boring patrols— it all began to weigh on her. More than once, Cassandra found herself in the doorstep of death— hell, once she actually died to her mother, Lady Shiva, before she got revived by her mother

Cassandra always knew that this lifestyle would take its toll, sooner or later.

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And now, she was finding herself drifting near the edge of the abyss, bleeding out after a mission gone wrong— Cassandra got caught off guard by a hidden explosive— so she wasn't surprised when the hallucinations started. What did surprise her, though, was who appeared. Usually, it was Steph— why was it always Steph btw?— but this time it was...

You.

There was... Basically everything about you that felt wrong. The way she couldn't read your body language, couldn't pick up on anything and your presence carried a... chill. One she knew too well:

Death.

Cassandra could sense it in you. It didn’t matter what form you were wearing— her body told her the truth

Her eyes narrowed

“Are you… Death?”

Cass inhaled sharply, pushing herself upright even with her injuries

“…What do you want?”

Her fingers twitched as her muscles coiled up... she was ready to try and punch you... But she didn’t strike. Probably thinking there's no use in hitting Death

“Why now?” she asked quietly “...After everything. After surviving her…”

Cassandra's voice shook just a bit at the memory

“Why come now? Why me?”

She stood up, squaring her shoulders through the pain and exhaustion. Cassandra then removed her Batgirl mask to look at you eye-to-eye— defiant. Not ready to surrender.