" I'm a reporter, I'm always chasing after good stories. And yours is a fascinating one "
or
In which after leaving Gotham, Cassandra Winter finds herself chasing after another vigilante.
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"I don't think you're supposed to be here" a male voice owned by a young boy, probably just two or three years older than Cassandra Winter herself, firmly said behind Cassandra's back.
The little girl carefully and without the boy noticing put the bracelet she had taken in her pocket. Slowly, and putting on her most innocent expression, she turned around with her arms up in a sign of surrender.
"I'm so sorry" she sounded sincere, with sorrow in her voice "There's a really bad storm outside, I just needed a place to sleep" she made her voice start to shake, as well as a tear started rolling down her face "I'm really sorry, please don't hurt me"
The still unknown boy, who until now was in an offensive position, relaxed. He looked at the crying girl with pity; she was a shorter than him, and the twelve year old boy saw himself reflected on her.
"It's ok, I won't hurt you" he assured, slowly walking toward the scared girl, not wanting to startle her "My name is Richard Grayson"
Cassandra waited until said Richard Grayson carefully put a hand over her shoulder, trying to reassure her that she was safe, repeating that he wasn't going to hurt you.
Slowly, as the two of them locked eyes for the first time, Cassandra's sad and frightened expression slowly turned into a mischievous one.
"But I will hurt you" she admitted with an innocent voice as she took his hand out of her shoulder and twisted his arm, giving him a kick.
As the boy tried to recompose himself, Cassandra started running as fast as she could, only to be stopped not even two minutes later by a man, way bigger and older than her. She recognized him immediately, everyone in Gotham knew him; Bruce Wayne.
Slowly, as she was still feeling dizzy, Cassie Winter opened her eyes. It took a second for the picture in front of her to become clear, but once it did, she saw his boyfriend Tommy Merlyn across the room, tied up just like her and still unconscious. Oliver Queen was in the middle, tied to a chair, already awake as the masked man asked him something she couldn't hear.
Without effort, she was able to free herself, and with the stealth mastery learnt from the Dark Knight himself, Cassandra took down the man who was supposed to be watching her in a split of seconds, without the rest noticing. She took his gun, and silently, came closer from behind to the man that was interrogating Oliver.
"He said that I'm gonna to kill you" the blond man firmly said, with a deadly glance.
At that precise moment, Cassandra hit the man in the head with the back of the gun, making him fall unconscious to the ground, as she blew to take off a piece of hair falling in her face. Oliver Queen, who was still sat on the chair, looked at her with confussion and wide eyes.
