Part of Cass wanted to ask more about Mikasa's world. She understood the gist of the phrasing but truly wondered how dark Mikasa's home could be. Gotham had no shortage of shadows but there was also beacons of light and symbols of hope. No matter what the night brought, there was always a dawn.
She wondered if that was true of Mikasa's home and if Mikasa just didn't see it any more; or if her world was truly as dark and ruthless as she made it out to be. Perhaps it was best that Mikasa changed the discussion topic. She didn't feel like speaking about her home any more and Cass didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
Cassandra paused a moment, considering the question about family, as she tried to decide how best to answer it. How did one explain everything that Batman was, what he represented?
"His name is Bruce Wayne," Cass started, that still felt strange to say aloud, "but he calls himself Batman." She let her fingers play with the hem of her sweatshirt and tried to keep her tone rhythmic. Just like a story.
"When he was a boy, his parents were killed. Instead of revenge, he decided to be better. To protect others. To do the right thing. To fight. I-- not just me-- a lot of us. Decided to join him. His mission."