She moved silently, barely disturbing a leaf or twig as she followed the young man watching his body language and the way he interacted with the world around him. It was the only thing she could do; there was no crime here like in Gotham and there was nothing for her to do except train and patrol. Barbara wouldn't have been happy about that, she would have been happy about what she planned to do next though.
Watching him bend down Cass deliberately threw a rock into a bush in front of him, watching as it disturbed the branches. Whilst he was distracted she landed behind him, cape spread out before she rose to her foot and stood. Cassandra waited, staring at the back of his neck before finally replying. "Yes."
Beneath the mask she smiled, this was still her favourite game.
He convinces himself that it's likely some kind of island wildlife, a boar or a bird or some form of rodent. While a significant portion of the island's fauna isn't necessarily native to a tropical climate- a vast variety of dinosaurs being more suited to a tropical monsoon climate- it doesn't mean that there aren't typical creatures hiding in the brush.
Hank is completely convinced of this fact until he hears a voice behind him and turns, nearly jumping out of his skin when he finds himself face to face with someone in a costume.
"Hi," he says, hoping his pulse will slow sooner rather than later, "Sorry, I- I didn't know there was anyone else here."
Cassandra smiled, tilting her head as she watched him knowing his pulse was probably racing and would slow soon enough. She hadn't thought to approach him, at first she was just going to watch him but the part of her that Barbara had encouraged made her want to go down and see what he was doing.
"Hi," Cassandra replied closing her fist, soft and relaxed in her own silent greeting. "Just me. I was... patrolling when I saw you. What are you doing?"
This is one of the odder things that Hank has experienced on the island, which is saying quite a bit, considering he spent an entire weekend as some kind of half-man half-fish hybrid. Why the need for anonymity? Everyone on the island are relative strangers, at least at first, so it's easy enough to go unknown if someone so chooses.
"Plants," Hank says, taking a step back, posture somewhat guarded, body tense, "I'm- I'm looking for a specific one."
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Watching him bend down Cass deliberately threw a rock into a bush in front of him, watching as it disturbed the branches. Whilst he was distracted she landed behind him, cape spread out before she rose to her foot and stood. Cassandra waited, staring at the back of his neck before finally replying. "Yes."
Beneath the mask she smiled, this was still her favourite game.
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Hank is completely convinced of this fact until he hears a voice behind him and turns, nearly jumping out of his skin when he finds himself face to face with someone in a costume.
"Hi," he says, hoping his pulse will slow sooner rather than later, "Sorry, I- I didn't know there was anyone else here."
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"Hi," Cassandra replied closing her fist, soft and relaxed in her own silent greeting. "Just me. I was... patrolling when I saw you. What are you doing?"
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"Plants," Hank says, taking a step back, posture somewhat guarded, body tense, "I'm- I'm looking for a specific one."
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