" 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 got a job for you" Victor Smith, Cassandra's boss stated as he arrived to the blonde's desk at the paper.
"I would hope so" the blonde employee sighed, directing her attention to her boss "What do you want me on?"
"I want you to cover the Oliver Queen case" the older man informed, sitting at her desk, earning a bad look from the Winter woman, one that the man ignored "You're close to the family, get us some inside information, something no other paper has"
"I don't think I'm following" Cassandra slightly shook her head "What OliverQueencase?"
"You haven't heard?" Smith asked in disbelief; the current events were already all over the local news. However, Cassandra had been quite busy the whole day, and hadn't had time to check the most recents news "Queen got arrested. Police think he's the vigilante. I want you to head down to the police station and see what you can find. Your boyfriend will probably be there, so you'll have it easier"
Cassandra Winter didn't even have time to answer and tell him how many things were wrong with that sentence; as soon as the words left his mouth he left, leaving an angry and confused Cassandra behind.
Oliver Queen accused of being the vigilante?
She would be lying if she said that the thought hasn't crossed her mind; she wasn't a believer of coincidences, and there was a lot around Oliver Queen and the Hood. What didn't sit right with her is the fact that he was caught. The vigilante was smarter than that.
She got up from her chair, picking up her phone and turning it on. She had turned it off previously on the day, due to the amount of incoming calls from Duck Grayson; she hasn't spoke with him yet, and wasn't planning on doing it anytime soon. Once the phone was on, she saw about ten missed calls from Tommy as well, and, cursing under her breath as she left her desk and starting walking outside the building, she called him back.
"There you are!" Tommy Merlyn quickly picked up the phone, and left out a relief sigh "I've been calling you for almost an hour"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry" she apologized, climbing down the stairs and leaving the building "I just heard about Oliver, is he still at the police station?"
"Yeah, Quentin Lance is interrogating him" her boyfriend informed. That couldn't be good; she knew how much the detective despised the Queen man "His mother and Walter are trying to talk to him, but Lance won't let them"
"I'm on my way there" she told him, as she got into her car.
