Cassandra Cain in, Battle for your Life!
Tonight, Cassandra Cain faces her toughest challenge to date.
She is not at Dragon's dojo, though she finds herself training and sparring all the same.
She is not in the Batcave, practicing there.
Nor is she at the Clocktower, or with her moth--Lady Shiva. Tonight, she is not even on the streets. Not truly.
Gotham's vast warehouses have been home to many a villain in the many years since they rose to power in the city, and it is weird for her to seek solace in such a place. Yet here she is, surrounded by granite and brick. In a place even deserted of furnishings, not even a stray wooden pallet left over.
She has found the exact center of the room easily, for its two hundred square feet of space. She sits there, in her lotus pose, and continues her mental sparring. For with one light powered on above her--using a wiring trick taught to her by Tim some time ago--she opens her book to where she left off.
Out loud to herself, to the granite and the bricks, to the shadows, and to the lingering remnants in the room, she reads.
"When Dor--othy awoke the sun was shining thruff--through--the trees and Toto had long been out chasing birds and squirrels. She sat up and looked around her. There was the Scarecrow, still standing pat-i-ent-ly --pashently--patiently--in his corner, waiting for her."
Fewer pauses this time. And with her mental clock ticking, she makes note that those three sentences took her just over one minute. Determination renewed, she continues.
She will finish this chapter tonight.
She is not at Dragon's dojo, though she finds herself training and sparring all the same.
She is not in the Batcave, practicing there.
Nor is she at the Clocktower, or with her moth--Lady Shiva. Tonight, she is not even on the streets. Not truly.
Gotham's vast warehouses have been home to many a villain in the many years since they rose to power in the city, and it is weird for her to seek solace in such a place. Yet here she is, surrounded by granite and brick. In a place even deserted of furnishings, not even a stray wooden pallet left over.
She has found the exact center of the room easily, for its two hundred square feet of space. She sits there, in her lotus pose, and continues her mental sparring. For with one light powered on above her--using a wiring trick taught to her by Tim some time ago--she opens her book to where she left off.
Out loud to herself, to the granite and the bricks, to the shadows, and to the lingering remnants in the room, she reads.
"When Dor--othy awoke the sun was shining thruff--through--the trees and Toto had long been out chasing birds and squirrels. She sat up and looked around her. There was the Scarecrow, still standing pat-i-ent-ly --pashently--patiently--in his corner, waiting for her."
Fewer pauses this time. And with her mental clock ticking, she makes note that those three sentences took her just over one minute. Determination renewed, she continues.
She will finish this chapter tonight.