" I'm a reporter, I'm always chasing after good stories. And yours is a fascinating one "
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In which after leaving Gotham, Cassandra Winter finds herself chasing after another vigilante.
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"It's been a while since I came to see you" a fifteen year old Cassandra Winter lamented, as she sat down "I'm sorry for that, everything is been just...crazy" the blonde girl tucked a piece of hair behind her ear "I know, I know. It's no excuse, I should've visited sooner" a sad smile made its way into Cassandra's face. It's really been a long time since she visited her mother.
She remembered going to the cemetery almost every day after the funeral, and remembered coming here the day that Bruce Wayne 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥her; however, after she started living at the Wayne Manor her visits started to become less frequent, and she was deeply sorry for that.
"You know, I found him" she commented, swallowing hard and looking down, unable to look at the words engraved at the tombstone "The guy who shot you. I found him" 𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. She finally dared to look up. It's been seven years since the funeral, but she remembered it as if it were yesterday. Not many people came; not many people knew her. So, what was Cassandra's worst day of her life, was just a normal day for every other Gotham citizen, who didn't care that someone was shot and killed in the streets of their city "And I'm going to take him down. I promise"
The first time that Bruce Wayne offered her to go on a mission with him and Richard Grayson, she immediately declined; she had been fighting for way too long in the streets, and now that she had found a way to help others while being in the safety of the batcave behind a computer, she couldn't find a good reason to put on a suit and chase down the bad guys. However, she had found herself wearing a black leather suit and carrying some knifes and her bo-staff a few times. A part of her knew that she enjoyed it; the thrill, the power that hiding behind a mask made her feel. The satisfaction of putting the people that made her city dangerous behind bars.
Which is probably why when she first arrived to the apartment she used to live in when she first move to Staring City and found a box addressed to her with her suit on it as a getaway present from Bruce; she kept it, although she had swore to never use it again.
And yet, there she was; her hair pulled up in a ponytail, her face hiding behind a black mask that matched the suit that was covering her body, a few knives tucked in the belt of the suit —and some others hidden in strategic places— and her hand tightly wrapped around her bo-staff; the weapon that Bruce always said was made for her to carry; standing in front of the building where —possibly— her mother's murderer was hiding.
