DC: Year One

not_a_killer:

The streets of Gotham had been Cassandra's home for a few years now. She'd adapted to the environment as best she could. Which, of course, meant that she was doing as well as she possibly could for a homeless girl. Homeless shelters kept her fed and dry when she needed to be. The people there were nice, if sometimes a bit invasive at first. They meant well, but she didn't like people prying into her life so much. They would never understand, and she'd never be able to make them understand. She couldn't even speak to them.

Which, of course, gave her an unwanted reputation. She was the quiet Asian girl in black, raggedy clothes. After awhile, everybody learned to just leave her be. New volunteers would occasionally pop up and ask her some questions. She would try her best to smile, accept the food she was given, and then eat by herself. They learned the routine quickly, and she was fine with that.

Today would, hopefully, be the same deal.