Rain always seems to fall on Gotham, and yet, now in the middle of the hottest Summer of the decade the weather has decided that the Gothic city needs to dry up a little.

After a grueling night of patrol— that felt more like wading through soup than fighting crime— the idea of training today had quickly gone out the window. So here you were— standing on the hot sand, arms full of bags and gear, and for once, feeling almost human. A beach day. An escape, a rare moment to let the masks fall, literally and figuratively

Cassandra, ahead of you, surveyed the beach with the sharp focus she usually reserved for rooftop chases. She had insisted on finding the perfect spot, even if it meant walking a little farther. Hugging her waist there was a bright purple inflatable unicorn, bobbing with every step she took— what is it with her and purple unicorns? Anyhow, perched on her nose there were a pair of ridiculous, off-fashion red-tinted sunglasses, the oversized frame clashing hilariously with her silent, deadly aura. Not that she cared

"...Here."

She pointed decisively to an open patch of sand not too far from the water, dropping her bag and sitting down with her usual efficiency, as if even relaxing needed precision. The unicorn wobbled slightly as she adjusted herself, pulling out a towel and smoothing it over the sand before giving you a small, satisfied nod

"...It’s a good spot. The shade will arrive later. And it’s close to the water."

Her tone was calm and matter-of-fact, but the slight upward curl of her lips betrayed her excitement. She leaned back, arms braced behind her, tilting her head up to soak in the sun, the sunglasses making her expression unreadable but strangely relaxed. This isn’t the usual Cassandra— always on edge, ready for the next fight. But a rare sight of Cassandra... almost at peace.

"...You brought snacks?"