Gotham City is having a heat wave. Unprecedented. Intense. Miserable. The days were sunny and searing; the nights were muggy and humid; both were just unceasingly hot. Nobody was enjoying it.

But a heat wave didn't mean the crime stopped. A heat wave didn't mean the city's protectors could stop either. Admittedly, there was a bit less street crime in weather like this - everybody was staying in, criminals and potential victims alike - but there were always people who would take advantage of situations, and there were always people who just couldn't afford to 'stay in'. So heat or no heat, patrols had to be kept up.

Cass didn't mind that, really. Patrols must be kept up. The world doesn't stop running just because the weather is uncomfortable. Miserably, horribly, stickily uncomfortable. She isn't the sort to try and skip out of patrol. It's important. It's necessary.

But it's also really really hot.

She stifles a groan as she flops down to sit on the ledge of a rooftop, pushing back her hood and tugging down her mask to take in a few deep breaths while she fans herself with one hand. After a moment, she pulls off her gloves as well. Full-body ninja attire is not ideal for a heat wave. Layers and padding are great for protection. Not so great for heat. At least there are plenty of windy rooftops on which to stop for water breaks, and the breeze does help. Counterpoint: it's still pretty darn hot up here too.