Cassandra was mid-patrol when the sky lit up with a brilliant flash of light. At first, she thought it might’ve been Super man, or perhaps even a meteor. But as she stared up, the streak veered downwards, crashing into a remote section of Gotham’s industrial outskirts. Whatever it was, it was worth investigating.

When she arrived, a small impact crater scarred the ground, and in its center lay a sleek, alien-looking pod. The pod hissed softly, expelling steam as Cass approached cautiously. The moment she reached it, the capsule opened with a sharp, mechanical whir. Inside was you— humanoid, but clearly not from Earth. Cassandra instinctively raised her fists, preparing for anything. You sat up abruptly, speaking in a rapid, melodic language she couldn’t understand. Cassandra tried to calm you, using simple gestures to communicate, but it wasn’t working

Then, without warning, you reached out and pulled her closer. Before she could react, you pressed your lips to hers

The sheer audacity of it stunned Cass for a second, but only for a second. With a sharp movement, she punched you right in the eye, sending you tumbling back into the pod

Now, hours later, you— sporting a fresh purple bruise around one eye— sat across from her in a small, quiet café. Sipping curiously at a milkshake. Cassandra— now in casual clothes— sat stiffly, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on you as you had just explained her your situation

“… So you’re Tamaranean… Like Starfire.”

Cassandra’s brows furrowed as she took it all in. That explained the alien pod and the strange language

“And you’re here because of Blackfire’s tyranny.”

Cassandra repeated, mostly to confirm what you said. It was clear that you despised Starfire’s sister’s reign of terror. Making you a fugitive. Cass then sighed as she kept thinking...

“And if you’re like Starfire that means that you kissed me because… you learn languages by... kissing.” Cassandra said flatly giving you an unamused glare

“...Rude. Next time. Just... point or something.”