Who: Cassandra Cain What: Training, thinking When: Evening, just before sunset. Where:Her Batcave Rating: PG Status: Complete as log, unless someone wants to tag in via entering/comm links.
This city was getting to her. She didn't know it, not like her city. There were so many new kinds of evil that she needed to grasp, and tossing in some from her world as well. It was like started all over again, trying to learn all the strengths, weaknesses, and the ways in and out of everyone in the city, even the snitches were a pain to come across. But Terry was back, no thanks to her. She'd seen the boy at Barbara's, and he looked a total mess. Batman had been invited to go on a recon mission. She had to admit, she had been jealous about that one. Had she been hoping to really get in on this? Yes. After the offer had presented herself, she wanted in. Cassandra wanted to learn everything she could about this city, and she needed those on the inside to really do that.
The new Batman was back, the vampire problem was being dealt with, and Cassandra didn't know what to do with herself. She'd killed so many vampires last night, and she knew she'd be doing the same tonight when she went out. It seemed...so unsatisfying. The vampires she ran into might have been stronger, but she upped them all in skills, which led her to believe she was dealing with younger ones. Or just stupid ones. There were definitely stupid ones.
Was she being angsty and emo? Yes. But she couldn't help it. Things had been fixing themselves for her at home. She'd finally got herself a family, a real one. She'd started to make an actual life. Now she was in a reality where her new father didn't really know her, there was some Mini Batman who apparently took over for Bruce (though the alternate time line from theirs theory from Babs was comforting), and she was still trying to master the city. On top of that, she was feeling restless. A need to do something normal. It happened, once every few months. She missed having friends, like she had when she was on her own. Maybe she needed a night out. Who knew?
Either way, she was now in her Batcave, the air cool. A pair of black cut off sweat pants, and a black sports bra, her hair tied back at the nape of her neck out of her way. She looked up at the railings of the upper level of the round room. This was her cave, her space. This was hers, and she felt at home here. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath, and then she was off.
Infront of her was a sea of dummies used for training and fighting. It was the same warm up she did every morning...or afternoon when she woke up. She knew it by hart, she didn't have to think. It had been somethings she had done every morning since she was old enough to walk. The exercise Cain had her do every morning. It was safe, it worked, it was some place to fall back in, and let her problems go. Just go with it. She went through it all, over and over, until forty five minutes had passed. For the majority of an hour, she delivered kicks, punches, blows and other forms of combat to the creatures that didn't fight back, but it was still a way to keep in shape.
When she was done, she was breathing heavily, bead of sweat speckling her face and chest. Picking up a water bottle, she went to the chair infront of her computer and dropped into it, slouching down.
It was still there though. That little...twinge of annoyance, or anger that made her not feel quite right. If she went out, she would want to be working, if she went working, she would want to try going out. But who was she kidding? She didn't have the slightest clue how to be a teenager. Batgirl it was. </ljc-ut>