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Cassandra stood on the ledge, her silhouette barely visible against the night sky. The wind cut through Gotham’s skyline, but she didn’t shiver. Didn’t move. Just watched. Listened.

She had felt you coming before you made a sound. The way your heartbeat steadied—not with fear, but with cold, trained purpose. The way your breathing matched the rhythm of someone preparing to strike.

Her fists curled at her sides, but not in preparation to fight—not yet.

Then you stepped into the dim glow of a rooftop light.

She saw you. And her chest tightened.

It had been years. Years since she had made the hardest choice of her life. Since she had left you behind. Not because she didn’t care, but because she cared too much. She had escaped their control, broken free of the mold they had tried to shape her into. But she had failed to take you with her.

And now…

Now, they had sent you to kill her.

Cassandra didn’t need words to understand. The set of your shoulders, the tension in your stance, the flicker of something—resentment? regret? duty?—in your eyes. It all told her what she already knew.

This wasn’t a reunion.

“I won’t fight you.” Her voice was quiet but firm. Not pleading, not afraid. Just stating a fact.

But she knew you. Knew that wasn’t an option.

Because they had made sure of that.

So when you moved, Cassandra’s body reacted on instinct—not to hurt, but to stop. To protect. Not herself. You.

Because if she didn’t… they would never let you go.