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Marc feels her long before he sees her. It's something akin to Spiderman's spidey-sensess the way the skin on the back of his neck crawls at the feeling of something (or someone) dangerous being nearby. Black and silver cape flutters softly in the wind as he turns to face the source of the feeling. With the way his neck practically vibrates in alarm he's expecting to be facing something big and bloody. He doesn't anticipate her.

When Jake first met Cass, he found her unsettling. She was quiet as a mouse but as dangerous as a viper. Thankfully they are allies so he never has to face her might. However, he does find himself subjected to her sharp gaze and observant mind. No matter how carefully crafted the lie is, she can tell when he isn't speaking the truth, and when he's hiding an injury.

Her keen eyes come with some benefits though, such as not having to explain who is fronting. He's not sure how she is able to tell so quickly and accurately but she just knows. "You know that just 'cause I wear black it don't mean I'm a bat, right?" he teases her as she slips through his apartment window. Batman's kids are a lot easier to get along with than the man himself.