" 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.
...
"Now make a wish" Samantha Winter excitedly told her daughter as she clapped, having finished singing the tradicional happy-birthday song to her eight year old kid.
"But my birthday is tomorrow, not today" the little girl frowned, with her arms crossed. She wasn't too happy with the idea of celebrating her birthday a day early.
"Honey, you know I have to work tomorrow... Today is the only day we can celebrate" the mother reminded her, lovingly stroking her daughter's hair: she hated not being able to be with her on her actual birthday too; but it was more important making sure that her daughter had running water.
"But today is Christmas!" the little blonde complained "Nobody is celebrating my birthday. Nobody knows is my special day"
"But today the whole city is lighten up! And there will be fireworks, just for you honey" Samantha tried to comfort her. She was the most special girl, she should feel that way.
"For me?" Cassandra Winter wondered, with that shine in her eyes that her mother loved.
"Hmm" she nodded "You just have to wish for it"
Cassandra Winter hated Christmas. It wasn't a secret for anyone that knew her; ever since her mother died, she hasn't celebrated it —or her birthday, who was just the day after—. Back at the Wayne mansion, none was a big fan of the festivities either, so even though Bruce always attended some charity party, Richard and Cassandra stayed at home by themselves, just like any other normal day.
This year, Cassandra hated it even more.
It has been two days since her fight with Tommy; Dick left the day after, and she has been staying at her old apartment ever since, claiming that she had a lot of work to do and needed to keep her head focused.
"Adam Hunt was found dead, three arrows to his chest" Cassandra Winter abruptly entered her boss' office.
"Didn't you already write a story about him and the Vigilante?" Victor Smith carelessly answered, not lifting his gaze from his computer.
"But now he's dead" she repeated, taking the liberty to take a seat in front of him "It's the first time he kills someone he had already payed a visit to. I think there's something more to it. I'd like to investigate it"
"Our little vigilante expert..." the old man commented, referring to the amount of stories Cassie had written about the Hood "You always get the best stories about him"
