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[cassandracain]

Acrobats.

These two should be Nightwing's problem. But he's got a baby, and a wife. Two things Cassandra doesn't have

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[oracle_watching]

"Good. GCPD notified and en route. How are you, B?"

[cassandracain]

Her eyes narrow behind the cowl, scanning the skyline.

"Should I bring them street-level?"

Ignore the question. Like he would.

[oracle_watching]

"Please. Repeat: How are you, B?"

[cassandracain]

She sighs, hooking the grapnel line to the cuffed wrists of one of the unconscious girls. De-cell cord will slow descent. No chance of reaching terminal velocity. Just a nasty ache in the shoulder sockets.

"What are we doing about what happened to Him?"

[shiva_wusan]

The wind has become cold in the evenings, almost bitter.

When Batgirl makes it to her bike, she is not alone there. No, she is not alone there at all.

Shiva is perched on top of her bike.

Waiting.

[cassandracain]

"Shiva."

Her hand moves to her belt, thumb snapping open the pouch containing the gas pellets.

"What do you want?"

[shiva_wusan]

"For you to meet someone."

There is a pause, a glance toward the moment of her hand and a disparaging look.

"Surely you have questions for me."

[cassandracain]

Her head tilts to one side, hand slipping from beneath her belt, gas pellets forgotten.

"Who?"

[cassandracain]

Cassandra winces at that off-hand description.

[moscownoise]

Ambience nods, looking a little regretful as she bites into her lip.

She is like her. That offers some trust.

"Me, and sisters - Bitter, Light, 360, and Celsius - all raised to kill. Russian mafia. We escaped 7 years ago. Recently, I found out they...they want to create the sisters again. Didn't want other girls to become like me."

[cassandracain]

Her defensive posture relaxes a bit, in sympathy. She understands how it is, to grow up a weapon to be used at the whims of others. A human gun, to be pointed at those their master wishes exterminated.

"They need to be helped. Brought away from the men who want to use them."