Cassandra sits on the edge of an apartment building overlooking the dimly-lit alleyways below. The night is warm, and the sirens and distant shouts indicate that the crime rate has shot up proportionally to the warm temperatures. The sounds of the city always seem more frantic and desperate in the summertime.

Gotham wants its true protector. ( Read more... )

It's Tuesday. That means it's Alfred's grocery day ( Read more... )

Rose's brothel isn't quite as hard to infiltrate as she imagined, given the girl's parentage. Various security cameras are silently covered, and silent alarms disabled. She slips into the building, maneuvering from room to room when the, uh, employees aren't watching. She places small, almost invisible cameras above the entrances and then works ( Read more... )

It's a cold day and the ground crunches beneath her feet as she makes her way through the maze of headstones. A strong gust of wind howls through the bare trees and threatens to blow her parcel out of her hands, but she clutches it closer and shivers ( Read more... )

It's my birthday. Uh. Hooray.

Barbara threw me a... surprise party. Well, it was, um, supposed to be a surprise. Contacted me through video. Mistake. She said I needed to see her about... something. Knew then what she, uh, was up to. Acted surprised anyway, though. It made her happy ( Read more... )

The cave is silent and cool when Cassandra wakes up. She pulls herself up off the couch and stretches, twisting her neck with a pained expression. Her rarely-used couch is no substitute for a bed, but she's gotten used to it over the past few weeks ( Read more... )

After another successful night of beating up people who deserve to be beaten up, Batgirl enjoys the spoils of victory, which in this case is a comically-large hero sandwich. The good thing about having a bunch of ninjas that want to please you is that you can order them to do totally inane things, such as getting you a sandwich from that place ( Read more... )

I've been... meeting with Rose for a while now. Batman wouldn't approve.

But... I think she's a... good person. Erm. Can be a good person. Slade's using something to control her. Need to, um... break that, I guess.

I have a sample of her blood. Um, don't ask how I got it.

Wish Batman was around. Would be mad, but... would also know what ( Read more... )

Her knee slams into his face with a crack. A spurt of blood covers her thigh. His nose is probably broken, but he doesn't cry out. Good.

She drags him up by his hair until his bloody face hovers mere inches from her mask. She jerks it off unceremoniously and glares into his eyes. "If you even... think about trying another... killing strike on ( Read more... )

Cass stirs slightly, as if being roused from a long dream. Her eyes peek open and she immediately covers them with a hand due to the rays of sunlight bursting through the window. She pulls the surprisingly comfortable covers over her head and snuggles back in.

Wait. Rays? Sunlight? Window?Her eyes jerk open again and she slowly lowers the ( Read more... )