[ in-stingkt ]

            Guilty as charged,   hands fidget with the flashlight.    Standing in front of the opened skylight down to the museum below,   she gives a sheepish gaze.       “   Stakeout ?   ”     she admits,  taking one step to the right to reveal the set up she had,   papers and notebooks scattered about.     There was no use playing it off after she’s been caught.     She’s just glad it’s not Batman himself.      “    I’m investigating.    This museum has a supposed cursed item and I was hoping to catch it in action.    ”

cass tries not to smile, because the kid reminds her a little of steph. “stakeout? alone?”

          “   Me ?    I thought it’d be pretty obvious.   ”    Releasing his grip from the wall,  he lands on his feet before the other with a soft thud.    He’s hoping this action doesn’t startle her more,  but he figured for the sake of her neck it would be best if he was more eye-level.    He takes in her attire,  noting that she was tense.      “   I’m Spider-man.    So who are you ?   ”

when oracle had said new york does it different, cass hadn’t thought anything of it. clearly that had been a mistake. spider-man? but his body language isn’t lying, and who is she to judge?

dick: what was that noise.

cassandra: my suit fell.

dick: it sounded louder than that.

cassandra: i was in it.

                        ༺      @batsilenced​​​  💚’d  for  a  starter !      ༻

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐀  𝐂𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐎     him  than  a  ‘bat’  &  he’ll  be  sure  to  let  her  know.  Hopefully  she’s  open  to  constructive  criticism  but  then  again  he  really  couldn’t  care  less  if  she  wasn’t.  If  he  were  being  completely  honest  all  these  mortals  & their  ‘heroic’  little  ensembles  looked  the  same.  He’s  sure  there  was  man  running  around  in  ‘panther’  getup  who  looked  almost  exactly  this  little  ‘bat’  &  what  about  the  Widow ?  Her  outfit  was  similar  again,  minus  the  cape.  He  wonders  if  there  is  ever  disputes  between  them  over  plagiarism.  That  would  certainly  be  amusing,  perhaps  he’d  look  into  it. 

❝  It  is  a  cute  costume,  really,  but  I’m  just  not  seeing  where  the  bat  aspect  comes  into  play.  Are  they  not  a  winged  creature ?  I  could  assist  with  that,  y’know …   ❞  Once  you’ve  turned  the  mighty  Thor   into  a  frog,  turning  a  mortal  into  whatever  you  wanted  was  as  easy  as  a  wave  of  his  enchanted  hand.  What  could  it  hurt ?

she frowns indignantly at the comment, but her mind is working on a much more concerning issue. cassandra prides herself on the ability to read body language, to tell what somebody is about to do or when they are telling the truth, but the stranger before her seems to give off no tell. every movement seems to be intended to deceive, to conceal whatever he thinks. she doesn’t like that she can’t tell what he’ll do next -- that makes him far more dangerous than he appears.

still, something warns her off attacking unprovoked, so she tilts her head in response. “...thank you,” she says, although she doubts the compliment was sincere. one hand reaches behind her to grip the edge of her cape in-between gloved fingers. “this is...to look like...wings.”