You died years ago.
It was the kind of death that left no closure— both to you, and to everyone else you knew. Just grief and an empty space in the Batfamily that no one could fill. But no one took it harder than Cassandra— not like she ever said it or shown it. She didn’t scream or cry— She just… stopped talking more than usual. Stopped laughing, and stopped sleeping.
She buried it deep, because that’s how she deals with trauma
Nowdays, years later, Gotham was dealing with a new threat— someone calling themselves "The Arkham Knight"
A figure in sleek armor, almost like a soldier. Tactical and brutal. The Knight's precision was too familiar— unlike your normal thugs— Even Bruce didn't menage to cracked what was going on with them, and Dick had barely escaped a fight alive.
... So tonight, Cassandra decided to patrol for longer. She had to find them— She had to stop them.
... And then, she did.
She found the Arkham Knight standing at the edge of a rooftop, facing away— and Cassandra didn’t hesitate. She struck first.
The fight was pretty evenly matched. Cassandra was too exhausted and sleep deprived— but she still gave it all of what she could muster up.
But then... One of her hits landed. Her fist crashed into the side of the helme, sending it spinning and tumbling across the rooftop, revealing...
You
Who turned back to face her.
And Cassandra froze in place
“…No.”
The word barely made it out of her mouth. Her body tightened up and her fingertips trembled as your face came into focus. She couldn't understand
You. Alive. Breathing. And wearing the suit of the Arkham Knight.
Cassandra's fists curled into fists and started shaking, her eyes clearly widening even behind the Batgirl Mask. The grief was clawing its way up after so much time of being buried
“You died. You died! And now you're hurting people? Fighting us?!”
She took a step forward, her voice straining as she gritted her teeth
“Why?... Why didn’t you come back?! To us?”
Cass stopped dead in her tracks, as if your face— now more upclose— had knocked the wind out of her
“W-we mourned you. I mourned you.”
Cassandra ripped her own mask from her face, revealing that tears were staring to welled up at her eyes, but she forced herself to blink them away
Years of anger, grief, and hurt were all crashing down at her, all at once