17-year-old Cassandra Wu-San Cain (Daughter of Assasin, David Cain) has fled to Gotham City hoping to escape from her father's grueling training and methods he had her do for the first 9 years of her life. Unable to speak and properly communicate du...
While in deep slumber from anesthetic gas Number 1 dispersed on her, all Cassandra could dream about was all the intense, inhumane training her father had her do as a little girl. She could still feel the snaps of her bones and the cuts from a blade when he wouldn't hold back during combat training, and the sound of a handgun firing at her legs and arms to teach her how to endure pain. Not very pleasant dreams to conjure every night, but this was normal for Cassandra. This was her childhood.
As Cassandra starts to regain consciousness, she attempts to move her hands only to be unsuccessful due to the chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles and being carried over the shoulders by the thug known as Number 1. They continue down a long hallway that resembles something of a luxury hotel building. Crisp white walls and floors with a fine red carpet leading to a set of tall black double doors. As Number 1 enters the double doors, at the front stands 2 more black-suited thugs in a giant, penthouse-sized suite with giant windows looking down at the Gotham City skyline. At the end of the suite are a long black desk and a bright white desk chair facing the huge window.
Number 1: Excuse me, boss, I brought the girl.
Number 1 then throws Cassandra down onto the ground as she smacks her face onto the hard marble floor.
???: Watch the damn floor!
Yelled the man sitting in the desk chair.
???: I don't want to ruin the nice white floors, Number 1!
The man then turns around from the chair slowly and reveals himself. Roman Sionis. Also known as Gotham City's kingpin, The Black Mask. His appearance explains the name perfectly. On his head is a black skull-like mask permanently attached to his head making him look grim and menacing. Aside from his all-white pinstripe suit with a black shirt and white tie, everything about this guy just screams bad news for Cassandra.
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Black Mask: So who do we have here?
Black Mask comes from around the desk to confront the restrained Cassandra as she is able to at least sit upright.
Number 1: She is very skilled, sir. She took out at least a dozen of our men during the dropoff, and she wears the Bat's sigil.
Black Mask: I can see that.
Cassandra looks down at the yellow bat symbol on her shirt then looks up at Black Mask with a mean mug on her face.
Black Mask: Taking out a bunch of my men with guns ain't something a normal girl would do, so Lemme ask you, what was it you wanted with my guns, little miss?
Cassandra: ...
Black Mask: Not talking huh? Well, let me ask you this...DO YOU WORK FOR THE BAT!?
Black Mask yells as he gets uncomfortably close to her face. Cassandra just sits there in silence, staring up back at him. If she could speak she would. The thing about Cassandra's condition is she can understand spoken language but can not communicate it back in any way. She can't write, read, or speak, but Black Mask doesn't know that. He just thinks she's being stubborn.
