CAIN

8. Mr. Lisslow

As Cassandra walks cautiously behind the tall stranger, she can't help but feel uneasy being around him. Although he helped her get out of that scuffle in the Iceberg Lounge, something doesn't seem right about a random man helping out a young lady he barely knows. On top of that, he isn't just some regular man. Cassandra could tell by how he handled some of those guards at the lounge that this guy has had some legitimate training. Could he be some kind of cop or federal agent? Or maybe even another masked vigilante? Gotham seems to have a lot of those these days.

The stranger glances back at Cassandra to witness her cold stare beaming at him. He then looks forward and continues down the street.

Stranger: We aren't too much further from my place. You can hang out there for a while.

Cassandra continues to stare at the stranger and makes no response at all. The stranger then looks back at her again this time to actually engage in actual conversation.

Stranger: So do you choose not to speak or are you physically unable to?

Cassandra just shakes her head and continues you glare at him.

Dane: Hmmm interesting. By the way, my name is Dane. Dane Lisslow.

Cassandra has no idea who that is, but at least she has a name now. Dane Lisslow. Now all she needs to know is who trained him and why is he helping her.

Dane: I work for the special crimes unit for Gotham. I heard about the situation at Black Mask's place, so when I saw you in the Iceberg Lounge, I assumed you were the mystery girl. You fit the description perfectly. Plus no normal girl would have broken that man's hand the way you did.

Although Dane just admitted to who he is, Cassandra is still not fully convinced of his intentions. Someone from the special crimes unit usually doesn't have that kind of combat prowess.

Dane: So you like the Bat, huh? I saw your little shirt underneath with his symbol.

Cassandra then lightens her mood a bit with the mere mention of The Batman. Not many people know that she idolizes him. Before she had gotten to Gotham she would always hear stories and see the news about The Batman and all he does. He's well trained just like her, but uses his skills to help people and not hurt them like she was taught to do. Something Casandra secretly admires and would love to see in action.

Dane: Yea the guy is good. Really good.

Cassandra looks down at the ground as she tries to contain her slight grin.

Dane: But he could be doing better if you asked me.

Cassandra's grin went away instantly as she went back to glaring at Dane. She didn't quite understand what he meant by that.

Dane: I mean if he really wanted to make Gotham better and take crime off the street, he should kill some of these lunatics. Instead, he puts them in jail or insane asylums just for them to be released again or even escape.

They both approach a garage-like building just at the corner of the street where Dane resides.

Dane: If I were the Bat, I would have ended these lunatics years ago.

Cassandra is kind of surprised to hear that coming from him. It just makes her even more suspicious of who he is. Dane then pulls out a set of keys which he uses to unlock the door of the complex. The both of them enter the complex which is small and only consists of a tiny desk with an open laptop sitting on it, a small tan couch, an old Harley Davidson motorcycle by the garage door, and a bunch of plaques and military awards. In the back of the complex was a plain black door likely leading to another room in the small space.