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First Encounter

Cassandra Cain x GN reader:

Y/N's POV:

Tonight was just one of many cold nights in the city of Gotham, a place riddled with murderers, psychopaths and strangely obscured villains for some reason.

I, like many others is just another citizen in this godforsaken city, living a boring life, working a boring job and made a fairly decent living, but I was just another individual, nothing special or interesting about me really.

Speaking of my job, I managed to finish my shift and I was currently heading home for the night, wanting nothing more than to just collapse on my bed. I didn't have a car and decided instead of taking the bus, I decided to walk back.

Despite Gotham being the crime syndicate that it is, tonight felt strangely peaceful and quiet, a rare but welcome occurrence. Cars passed by, blowing more cold wind into my face, the street lights illuminating the roads, sounds of bustling city being heard from the distance, these were things I didn't really take the time to notice since I always take either the bus or the train. But even though I took the time to notice my surroundings, I still wanted to return to the comfort of my small, decent apartment.

But I clearly didn't notice my surroundings enough. I decided to take what I thought was a shortcut through an alleyway, not considering the fact how much dark and dingy it looked compared to the streets. As I decided to turn around and walk back, I was stopped by a group of guys.

They all looked like what you expect in a dark alleyway, there were about three men all dressed in a variety of clothing and were in different shapes and sizes, but the one thing I noticed was that they were all taller than me. The only similarity they had was the crudely painted clown makeup they had on their faces, probably inspired by the clown nutcase that's on the news at least 5 times a week.

The one in the middle, who was clearly the leader due to his size and large physique approached me.

''Didn't your mother ever tell you not to walk by yourself in sketchy neighbourhoods?'' He asked with a smirk on his face, the dried up red paint on his lips emphasising it.

Being the non confrontational type, I decided to turn around and walk away, but to no ones surprise, they stopped me before that happened. The one grabbed me by the back of my jersey, swinging me against the nearest wall as my back collided with the hard brick surface.

''Augh! Come on, cant you just let me go, I'm not looking for trouble.'' I said trying to sound a little brave, but they could clearly tell I was intimidated.

The men just chuckled, one of them pulling out a knife and pressing it against my neck, causing any sort of fatigue I had to vanish as the reality of the situation immediately kicked in.

''Oh no no, see now me and my boys here are gonna teach you why you shouldn't just walk all by your lonesome. We could beat you up and steal your wallet, or just slice you up and let you bleed to death.'' The leader said with disgusting amusement lingering in his voice.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and the cold steel blade pressed against my neck as I'm pushed against the wall, unable to get myself out of this, god is this how I die, in some alleyway that reeked of garbage and piss?

Just as I was about to get sliced up I heard a clink sound as the knife that was held at my throat flew out of the crooks hand. The man let go of me as he held his hand, confused about what just happened.

The group then looked around wandering who stopped them, and from the shadows emerged the source of who interfered with their attempted murder. The figure, like the shadows she walked from was adorned in black, not a single inch of skin shown on this person, it had what looked like a bat symbol on its chest and two pointed horns on the top of its head. Most would think that its the caped crusader himself, the one that every crook, from petty armed robbers to the crime lords of Gotham practically feared. But this figure looked smaller than what most people thought of him, and they had a smaller, more petite frame, it was clearly a woman. Not to mention that her mask was completely covered up, as if someone took Batman's iconic cowl and stitched up the parts where the eyes and mouth should show. Even if she wasn't Batman, she sure as hell looked like a terrifying version of him.

But the thugs clearly didn't feel the same way as they soon began to approach their new target, angry that this supposed pretender stopped them from teaching me their so called ''lesson.'' Their irritation was mixed with their cockiness thinking they could easily overpower her.

They were clearly wrong.

Soon this bat heroine jumped towards the group, hitting each one with a series of punches, kicks and dodges. Despite her intimidating appearance she moved so smoothly and with such accurate precision as she landed multiple hard hits, not even looking the littlest bit tired. I simply just watched as I sat on the ground, trying so hard to simply just get up and run away from the conflict, but something in me just couldn't do it, I was simply awestruck yet frightened.

The crooks ego pretty much crumbled as they were either knocked out or quickly fleeing from the scene. The figure simply stood there as she took time to notice her surroundings, looking around to see if any of them were still trying to put up a fight. She then noticed my gaze and slowly began to approach me, walking as if she didn't just take down a whole room of dangerous criminals. I simply just sat there, looking up at her as she inched closer to me. I would be lying if I said I wasn't petrified, hoping that she wouldn't beat me up too, but that was a dumb thought....right? My thoughts then vanished as my caped saviour offered me a hand.

''Are you...okay?'' The vigilante said in a surprisingly soft voice that contrasted with her dark attire.

I slowly but carefully give my hand to hers, pulling me up. ''Y-yeah...I'm g-g-good.'' I said trying not to sound afraid, but she could clearly tell by my stutter.

''Its okay...wont hurt.'' She reassured. I was a little confused by the way she talked, missing some words and taking a little longer to finish her sentence, maybe she simply didn't speak English.

Without warning she began to examine me, looking around to see if I had any bruises or injuries that I sustained. At first it felt incredibly strange and awkward since I clearly didn't have any visible injuries but it felt almost.....caring in a way, as if it was a mother was checking their child to see if they were okay. She then stopped examining me and backed away a little bit, knowing that I wasn't hurt from the encounter.

''Th-thank you for saving me life,'' I blurted out without even thinking, my mind was currently going 100 miles a minute, trying to comprehend this situation, cause even though I've lived in Gotham for years, I have never encountered one of Batman's vigilantes, but I never thought that one of them caused me to internally freak out about this.

The caped hero then turned around, heading back somewhere, possibly to continue her patrol through the city. But I didn't want her to leave without asking one thing, before she fell back into the shadows.

''W-wait....what's your name?'' I asked, stopping her from going away. She turned her shoulder, looking towards me.''

''.....Orphan.'' She said, I was clearly not surprised that she gave me her hero name, because like Batman she probably doesn't want people to really know who she is beneath the mask, but I was in a way satisfied to know the name of the one who saved me.

She then used some type of grappling device to pull herself up towards the nearest building, disappearing from the scene. I simply stood there, looking around at the very people who tried to kill me, knocked out cold on the floor.

''Orphan.....I hope to see you again.'' I said quietly to myself, a part of me hoping that she heard what I said.

Cassandra's POV:

I was now sitting on the ledge of a nearby building, looking down onto the streets making sure that no one else was committing crimes tonight.

But there was one thing I couldn't get off my mind, that person I just saved a few minutes ago. Why cant I stop thinking about them, they were just some random civilian I saved, I've done that a dozen times already. So why cant I now get them out of my head?

I mean maybe its the way they were looking at me, or how they stuttered over their words trying to thank me, or maybe that cute little confused expression they had on their face....wait what am I saying, I shouldn't be having feelings for some random stranger I've just met.....but I do hope I get to see them again.

Cassandra then pulled out her grappling hook and shot towards the nearest building, zipping through the nights sky as she went back to her patrol, unable to think of anything else besides the attractive looking civilian.

The end....for now.

(I wanted to post my little oneshot of Cass and Y/N's first encounter cause I wasn't getting alot of attention on AO3, but I hoped you enjoyed this. If you want to request, comment on my fanfic on Ao3, called, 'Cassandra Cain x Reader randomness', terrible name I know.)

(Also credit for art goes to @The_Hikari_)