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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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Greek story? That sounded interesting. Cassandra didn't really know why she was named that, after all. She didn't exactly have what you could call a normal childhood.

And at the mention of a milkshake, the black-haired girl's attention perked up. Oracle didn't let her eat junk food, so she had a hard time getting her hands on things like milkshakes.

"Mm...milkshake."

A chocolate milkshake appears on the bar, with whipped cream and a cherry to tempt Cassandra. The straw is almost superfluous.

Bruce pets the bar. "The Bar is nice. And she makes really good milkshakes."

Cassandra most definitely approves of the bar and the milkshake. A childlike sparkle appeared in her eyes at the appearance of the milkshake. However, she was still curious as to how it came to be, though. She poked at the bar.

"How...?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

"Magic. Lots of things are magic here. It's *cool*." His eyes get wide on the last word.

Magic? Cassandra knew magic. Or at least Oracle had told her about it. And in a way, the man who had given her the ability to understand speech might have had a kind of magic, even if it was a bit scientific.

Cassandra nodded in agreement before she took hold of the milkshake. She took a sip of it and smiled widely. It was good.

"Thank you..." She told the young boy.

"You're welcome." He thinks for a second, looking at her. "Are you a grownup?"

Cassandra pondered the question. It was hard one, indeed. She was a teenager, but was that considered a grownup? And she knew that she wasn't exactly like everyone else her age.

"...Dunno," she told him honestly with a shrug of the shoulders.

"Oh. Do you have a mommy and daddy?"

Another difficult question to answer. Cassandra wondered if there was even a personal question you could ask her that wasn't hard to answer.

"...I had...father." If that was what Cain could be considered. People told her that he hadn't been a father, but still, Cassandra couldn't help thinking of him that way. He hadn't raised her like everyone else, but he had still raised her.

"What happened to him?" Bruce looks concerned. "My mommy and daddy died. A bad man killed them."

How to explain her situation? She couldn't exactly tell the boy that her father had raised her as an assassin and Batman had later taken her in to turn her into a hero.

"He...gone. Not dead...gone." She settled for that answer for now. "And...sorry. For your parents." And she truly did look sorry. It was part of why she did what she did.

"I'm going to fight bad guys when I grow up." Fiercely and surely.

Okay, this boy definitely seemed familiar. Cassandra simply couldn't place it, though. Really, she didn't meet young boys all that often.

"That...good goal." After all, it was what she did. It was a dangerous job, but someone had to do it.

"I need to learn how, though." He gestures to the book. "So I read books."

Cassandra screwed her face up a bit in distaste at that. She really wasn't too fond of reading and learning that way. She would much rather do it and learn from her mistakes.

He cocks his head, curious. "You don't like books?"

The black-haired girl shook her head in a negative manner. Nope, no books for Cassandra.

"Doing...better," she declared.

"Uh-huh. But I need to know how before I can do things. And people here are always too busy to show me."

"Reading...only do so much." She had heard Robin saying that one time. That you actually needed to do it to learn it.

"No one...teach?"

"Well, Raph's always busy, and I don't know too many other people. Besides," he looks down, "most of them look at me a little funny when I ask them to teach me."

Well, Bruce was a little young. But then again, Cassandra had been even younger when she had trained with Cain. But again, she wasn't normal.

"You are...bit small," she said, although she tried to say it lightly to make a joke.

"No, I'm not!" Bruce tries to look as big as possible. "Besides, I'll grow. Mommy always said I would be tall like Daddy."

(Sure!)

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