The silence that stretched between the two was not uncomfortable. It seemed both were aware that the other was closely studying the other—calculating gazes were locked onto one another. But that was what both of them had been trained to do. Examine people, and store the information away in a mental database.
Damian was sure that Cassandra had been looking for him. He had been very dutiful and thorough in covering his tracks, so it was no accident that they had encountered one another. Still, Redbird couldn’t help but feel a twinge of acknowledgement for the girl’s impressive skills.
“Incorrect.” he said sharply, eyes narrowing to slits. “Robin is dead.”
She stood in silence for a moment after he muttered those words. They left an array of mixed feelings in Cassandra’s mind, some of confusion and disbelief. "Robin is not dead, you are- were Robin. You are alive.“ She stated and glared to the young bird.
She had to wonder what made him leave the manor and Gotham behind, no one there would speak of the possibility that he was alive. Bruce was not… the best father in the world, but he couldn’t have done something that bad.. right?
She stood in silence for a moment after he muttered those words. They left an array of mixed feelings in Cassandra’s...
The silence that stretched between the two was not uncomfortable. It seemed both were aware that the other was closely...