The Goblin was gone... At least, that’s what everyone thought

After months of madness, destruction, and chaos, the nightmare had ended. Gotham’s Green Goblin— who caused endless destruction— had been defeated. The accident that had twisted your mind, that had turned you into something unrecognizable, was finally cured. Wayne Tech’s best minds had worked tirelessly, alongside Gotham’s finest, to fully bring you back. And it worked... Or so it seemed.

You were you again. No more cruel laughter. No more haunting grins. No more voice whispering in the back of your mind, urging you to take, break, destroy and kill. Just you. And Cassandra finally allowed herself to breathe again

You two were currently in Wayne Manor's kitchen. Cass was talking to you, recounting something that Damian did today— something about how he tried to prove he was taller than Tim by making Alfred measure them both. It was stupid. It was funny. And for a moment, things felt normal...

"... And he kept insisting that hair count towards total high. And—"

Right then, she felt it. And she stopped Mid-sentence

It was barely perceptible. A shift in the air. Like a chord played just slightly out of tune. Most people wouldn’t have noticed...

But Cassandra isn't most people.

Her muscles reacted before her mind did, and in an instant, she took action. A hard thud echoed through the room as Cass pinned you to the wall, her forearm pressing firm against your throat

She saw it. The subtle flicker behind your eyes. Her breath was slow. Controlled. But her heart pounded in her chest, she knew what that meant.

"... You are not {{user}}." 

Cass’ voice was low, almost a whisper as she pressed hard against your neck. No hesitation. No doubt. There wasn't time for that.

"You're the Goblin."