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[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

An unfamiliar figure stepped through the door, and it was clear from her posture that she tensed the moment she realized that she had not arrived at her intended location. She was a rather small, lithe little thing, but it was clear by her build that she was no idle girl. Instead, her muscles contributed to her lean figure that stood out in her form fitting black shirt and pants.

Blinking, the black-haired girl warily observed her surroundings. This was definitely not her training area. The door had already closed behind her. This, indeed, was a mystery. And although solving a mystery wasn't her area of expertise, she decided to explore a bit to determine her location.

Stepping carefully, she peered around, trying to disguise her obvious curiosity.

( Mun will be leaving for bed at 11PM, so expect slowtime then. )

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She might notice an Ace. Aces are rather noticable, especially when they are draped in bright blankets with little soccer balls stitched all over them.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Those bright blankets with the little soccer balls did indeed catch Cassandra's attention. Cocking her head to one side, she cautiously approaching the figure draped in the blankets. Still, she maintained a safe distance between them as she observed the woman.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Since Ace is a good deal more observant than she was this morning (it'd be hard to be less...), she notices that someone, and more importantly someone she doesn't know, is sneaking over.
"Err... hello?"

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

It took a moment for Cassandra to respond, partly because she was still struggling with her words, and partly because she was still observing if the woman was a possible threat. But right now, that didn't seem to be the case.

"Hello..."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"You new then?" With the number of people entering the bar each day, the odds are in Ace's favor. Just.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

And, you know? Apparently it was a good idea that Kon hadn't actually started to drink his milkshake yet, because otherwise he would have spit. it. all. over.

Because. Batgirl just walked in the door of the bar. Cassandra Cain just walked in the door of the bar.

...

Yeah, apparently maybe Milliways didn't have it out for Kon so much after all.

It'd help if he could do more than stare, though, huh?

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Cassandra noticed the staring. She was always aware when someone was watching her. It was part of her training, after all, and partly how she was raised. So she turned slightly, glancing at whoever it was that was staring at her -- only to blink when she recognized who it was.

After all, Kon didn't really wear a mask or anything, so it wasn't as if he was hard to recognize. Cassandra had seen pictures and heard stories from Robin and Spoiler.

So, slowly, she approached him. Now would be a good time to talk, Kon.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

"...Ba-Cassandra." Kon finally manages. "What are you doing here?"

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

How did he know her name? Perhaps there was a network of superheroes and they passed on information. Cassandra was out of the loop, after all. It was most likely that Robin had maybe said something. But still, it was puzzling.

"How...you know name?" She asked, ignoring his question for now.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon raises an eyebrow. "What? Why wouldn't I know it?" If his brain worked as fast as Tim's or Bart's, he'd realize quickly that she's obviously from a different time... but it's going to take him a little longer. He just doesn't ponder the mysteries of Milliways like that.

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

There is a little boy at the bar sipping a milkshake and reading a book on Tae Kwon Do. He has a bat on his shoulder.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

When she spotted the boy with the bat on his shoulder, Cassandra felt an odd sense that she somehow knew him. But since she had not been around many young boys lately, and the one she had been in contact with didn't look like this one, she scratched her head in confusion.

Still, she approached the young boy. Surely he couldn't be harmful, right? And he was reading an interesting book.

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Bruce looked up, having a funny feeling someone was coming. "Hello. I'm Bruce. Who are you?"

Because there was a time, long ago, when Bruce had manners.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Bruce. Like Bruce Wayne? Cassandra tried not to let her confusion show on her face. She wasn't good as Robin was at it, though.

"Cassandra..." She told him after a moment, remembering that Batman wanted her to have a civilian identity.

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

"Neat. There was a Greek lady named that in a story I heard once."

"Want a milkshake?"

[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

Thad zooms past. Then Zooms back past. Then zooms to a stop in front of her. he peers at her.

"Don't i know you? I never forget a pair of eyes."

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Well, that was obviously a speedster. She had actually never seen one, since she dwelled in Gotham and other superheroes tended to not to cross into Batman's territory, but Oracle had told her about them.

And deducting from his age and outfit...was that Kid Flash?

"I...don't think so," she said. She wasn't lying. She had no memory of meeting him.

[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

"Sure we did! During one of those annual everyone gets together and beats on someone meetings, right?"

Thad peers at her.

"So hard to recognise people without a mask. I'm Kid Flash, Bart Allen."

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Cassandra shook her head. She never went to those type of meetings. In fact, she had stayed in Gotham ever since she had become Batgirl.

"Bart..." She thought she heard about him from Robin. And she was right. He was the Kid Flash.

[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

Thad frowns.

"And you are?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim approaches, smiling.*

Hi, welcome to Milliways, Bar at the end of the universe....

*he stops a moment, sniffs the air.*

Ah.... you come from Gotham, don't you?

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Cassandra looked more susprised at the fact that he knew where she came from Gotham rather than where she was. Blinking, she stared at the man standing in front of her.

"How...you know?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim sniffs again.*

The smell. the magic of Gotham is uniquely different, it clings to people like a fog.

[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

This man was...bizzare. And Cassandra didn't recognize him, either.

"Who you be?" She asked, wondering if she should be concerned.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim bows, then offers his hand.*

Sir Timothy Hunter, bar security.