In Gotham, all you could expect is rain. Rain cascading from the sky, hammering into the city like bullets. So Cass wasn't surprised when it was pouring when she got off the bus at her stop.

"Where are you hiding…?" She asked to no one in particular. She glanced around the buildings that surrounded her, most of which were sprayed with graffiti. She walked along stone-cracked sidewalk, searching for a decent vantage point. The sketchy part of Gotham she was in was relatively close to Crime Alley, and was the heart of illegal drug circulations. If she were an anti-hero vigilante, this would be the part of the city she would set up shop in.

Considering he is a vigilante, he would want a place in the east end; it was the more elevated part of this side of town. It gave fair coverage of the horizon. Perfect for scoping illegal activities out.

She made her way to the east, but on the way she stumbled into a truck-stop style diner. Cassandra glanced at her reflection in the window. It mirrored her, showing her how much she's changed. From that little girl committing crimes, to this. She glanced her body up and down. Her short black hair was hanging loosely, framing her face, giving her more facial dimensions, yet her eyes lost all innocence (though she doubted there was any purity there) because they looked more stone-like.

She ditched the suit as soon as she left the cave, leaving it in Oracle's house with a note. Now she just wore a white tank top, a pair of black jeans that were slimming, and a pair of black and white Converse style tennis shoes. But her outfit was complimented by her brown jacket. She found it in Stephanie's room a few months ago. Cassandra spent a lot of her time sneaking into the Brown residence and surrounding herself with her friend's stuff. Even if Steph was gone. She found the jacket and it had simply stirred up memories of Stephanie's recklessness, that she had actually taken it.

"Help!" A scream shifted into the air. She turned to see a girl getting pulled into an alley in the distance. I'll have to be nostalgic later, she thought. Cass shuffled through the street to the alley where the girl was taken. She rushed in only to see the scene unfold before her. The girl, she was maybe fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a light cherry camisole and jean shorts, stood on the opposite side, practically frozen. Although Cass couldn't blame her.

In the center of the alley a guy was slamming his fists into her potential attacker. Even in the dim light Cass could see the blood coming out of the attacker's nose, and the blood on the hand of the person punching him. Oh God… she thought. The girl ran out of the alley after the shock left her body, but Cass still stood there, letting it soak in. Red Hood. Was this really that easy? Did she really find him without even the slightest effort? She could worry about the coincidences later. She didn't need any pondering or emotions clouding her judgments.

Jason stood up getting off the guy, but as soon as he turned to see Cass he was taken aback.

The reunion was broken by the previous attacker moving, lunging at Jason with his knife. In a swift movement, almost out of instinct, Cass grabbed Jason by the collar of his shirt and switched places with him, before kicking the knife out of the thug's hand. She turned and gave a roundhouse kick to the guy's chin, knocking him out.

"C'mon. You look like you could use a bite to eat," Jason proposed, gesturing to her with a head nod. She looked down to her body again. She did look pretty small… and she was hungry. When was the last time she ate? She couldn't even remember.

"Sure…" She said. Jason looked up to the fire escapes above him, and went to grasp the metal bar of the ladder.

"I know you're not in costume, but you feel up to racing 'round rooftops? My safe house is nearby, but it's a bit of a work out."

And for the first time in a while Cass smiled a genuine smile "Bring it."