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Somehow, Cassandra found herself at Milliways once again. Black top, a bit of midriff, and black sweatpants. It was obvious that she had not been on duty for those who knew what business she was in.

And, once again, Cassandra looked lost.

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He gave a charming smile. She may speak simplistically be she understands.

"Yes, music is my one consuming passion."

Okay. In that case, Cassandra thought that she understood the concept, at least a little bit. She lived to be Batgirl and save and protect people. Not only because she felt guilty for what she had done in the past, but because she wanted to.

"I...think I get it."

Asmodean gives a smile. A different one than the one he had given previously.

"That is quite good."

And Cassandra noticed the difference. She was always better at reading expressions and body language than actual speech. And she can't help but return a tiny smile back.

But she then remembered where she had been before she came. Training. And then she was supposed to have a lesson with Oracle.

"I...have to go," she said, getting up from her seat. "Have things to do." She paused before continuing. "It was...nice talking to you."

Asmodean gave yet another smile. This one touched on a smirk.

"Of course, I have kept you overly long."

He stood up from his chair.

"It was a pleasure to speak with you, Lady Cassandra."

Asmodean gave a deep bow, before turning and walking away without another word.

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