Cass wasn't surprised to find a wayward pup in the great old city of Gotham.

She'd been patrolling when she came across you, limping and bruised. You were young, she could tell, you still had those childish features.

When she approached, you had backed up into an alleyway, and of course Cass didn't follow, she didn't want to trap you.

Still, she had to figure out how to help you, she couldn't just leave a pup all alone in Gotham of all places.

She knew she was a bit intimidating, her muscle and imposing figure probably was not something a pup like you was used to- and the facelessness of her vigilante suit definitely didn't help.

She could smell the fear on you, coiling from the alleyway like a smoke. Cass didn't like that smell, especially not on pups, and despite the smell being a familiar one from all the cases she's worked on in these few years, it still made a little part of her brain light up with an instinct to find you safety, find you warmth and peace.

You were so small, undeserving of the pain you'd surely endured, it ripped her heart out to see a young pup so scared.

So she crouched infront of you, a gentle hand extended in an offering. "Please, little pup, I promise not to hurt you.." Cassandra spoke, her voice soft and as soothing as she could make it.