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...
Several hours have passed since the huge clash with Black Mask and the Suicide Squad. Cassandra is slowly walking down the Gotham streets holding her wounded shoulder. Luckily there wasn't a bullet lodged in her there, but she needed a way to stop the bleeding. Her clothes are also filthy from all the soot and brawling. Her hoody was still torn from that Black Mask thug, exposing her black shirt with a yellow bat symbol on it. Cassandra needed to find a change of clothes, someplace to sleep for the night, and something to eat.
As she continues to walk the creepy streets at night, Cassandra soon finds herself wandering into Gotham's Chinatown district, specifically near the Triad's hideout. As she walks toward one of the alleyways, she notices a large barrel with a fire in it supposedly for homeless people to seek warmth at night. Cassandra happens to find a wooden stick on the ground, most likely from a broken mop or broom and makes her way toward the fire. She places one end of the stick into the fire and lights it. She then removes the remains of her hoody and pulls her shirt down over her one shoulder where the gunshot wound is as she attempts to cauterize it. As soon as she positions herself to place the lit end of the stick on her shoulder, Cassandra hesitates as she knows it will hurt, but all she can think about is her training as a girl. Her father used to purposely shoot her in her limbs to teach her how to endure pain. She could handle a little fire, right?
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Cassandra takes one huge deep breath and starts to grip the wooden stick tighter. She then starts to shake in nervousness as she prepares herself for what's about to happen. Then, quickly, Cassandra lodges the hot end of the stick directly into her shoulder burning the tissue around her wound as she lets out a loud grunt of pain. Cassandra immediately drops the wooden stick and falls to her knees in agony as she is regretting even thinking about doing that to herself. As she sits on the ground on all fours, two devious-looking men appear from the shadows dressed in cheap suits. Cassandra looks up at them as they hover over her speaking Cantonese to each other.
Triad thug #1: [ You ever seen this chick before? ]
Triad thug #2: [ Nope. Never .]
Triad thug #1: [ Must be some homeless girl or something. ]
The one triad thug then leans over closer to Cassandra in an attempt to speak to her.
Triad thug #1: [ Hey, young lady. You lost or something? ]
Cassandra then stands back up and leans against a brick wall just staring at the man still in pain. Although she can not speak or communicate with others, she can still understand speech, but not in Chinese unfortunately.
Triad thug #2: [ Maybe she only speaks English? ]
Triad thug #1: Hey you lost or something?
The one thug reaches out his hand to try and help Cassandra and her first instinct was to grab his hand and break it with a slight twist. The Triad thug moves back in pain as he is holding on to his broken hand.
