-Batcave, Wayne Manor-

Cassandra stood in position. She was wearing black track pants, a yellow tank top, and white boxing hand wraps. She swallowed slightly, trying to keep all her focus on the punching bag in front of her. She quickly threw a series of swift punches and powerful kicks towards it. Every single one landing exactly where she wanted it to.

She slowly bobbed back and forth as she tried to steady her breathing. Drops of sweat rolling down her forehead... She'd spent the last hour here, working on her technique. Not saying she doesn't have a good one. Her technique is almost flawless. But almost flawless isn't flawless now, is it? She needed to be perfect so she could prove she deserved the mantle of Batgirl. Or at least she thought she needed to be...

After a couple more minutes of beating the absolute crap out of the punching bag. She walked over to the bench and sat down, wiping the sweat off her forehead and taking a large gulp of water... As soon as the adrenaline began to wear off, she felt her muscles ache. Though, she was pretty used to the feeling by now.

Cassandra: "Pant pant.... Ow... t-tired.."

Despite being sore all over. She wasn't ready to back down just yet... So she stood up, stretched her limbs, and walked towards the punching bag. After getting into position, she steadied herself. Before throwing a punch with all her might... Unfortunately for her, as soon as the punch landed, she realized she had hurt something, and bad...

She immediately collapsed to her knees and grabbed her wrist, wincing... She huffed and puffed as she looked at her wrist. Despite immediately knowing that it was sprained, she still stood back up and got into position once again... She wasn't going to let a silly little sprained wrist stop her from training... Though as soon as she threw another punch, she collapsed to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.

Cassandra: "Ow!...hsss..sniff... Damn it! S-stupid wrist..."