#cassandraxxwayne

There were things about them that were similar, but the comparisons were mostly superficial. As people they couldn’t be more different. That was something Rose learned about Cass early on, even before they started hanging around each other in Star City. She didn’t know if Cass wanted to be around her because she actually enjoyed her company or if she were suspicious that Rose was up to no good. She wouldn’t ask, either. Cass wasn’t exactly the easiest person to read. 

“Help me out with something,” was her opening line when she showed up to their meeting place: a rooftop of a beachside resort. Bruce Wayne was dead and Rose was sorry about it, but she wasn’t good at navigating emotional shit. This was what she did to help. “Please?” She added, realizing that her request sounded more like a command. Maybe that was hereditary.

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Wayne Manor Grounds With: Cassandra @cassandraxxwayne​

Star City was perhaps too chaotic for its own good. It cried out for a culling and the mad clown’s attempt had done nothing save to kindle the flames of instability. Enough so she’d been dispatched to represent some very important interests. However, first on her list was a long overdue reunion. It had been several years since she’d last seen her daughter. Several years, intense training and brutal kills. Yes. This would be, dare she think it, fun. 

She stalked the grounds of the fallen Wayne’s manor, detecting none were present and, thanks to her previous intel, knew which room Cassandra would be in. She picked up a stone and with perfect accuracy threw it at the window, cracking, but not smashing the glass. The first blow. Her heart rate already beat more swiftly, her limbs filling with energy. To fight. To battle. 

A glorious cacophony of bodily processes.

When the window opened she smirked at the figure.