A/N: My last prompt. Cass and Steph hang out with Charlie.

Pass/Fail

"I can't believe Babs roped us into this," Stephanie grumbled.

"S'just training," Cass shrugged, flexing her fingers in preparation.

"Yeah, training a hyperactive teleporter," Steph scowled.

"What's your problem?" Cassandra asked curiously.

"Well, do you seriously want to spend all day training an overeager, inexperienced kid?"

"Done it before," Cass said slyly.

"That's what I- hey!"

Cass snickered just as the enthusiastic redhead literally bounced in. Stephanie made sure to give a pronounced sigh in Cass's general direction, but she was all smiles when she turned to Misfit.

"Heya, Charlie. Babs said we should take you out on a mission today."

"Cool!" Charlie chirped. Much to both of the older girls' surprise, she took Cassandra's hand and enthusiastically shook it. "You are, like, made of awesome. I always thought you were so cool. You're my favorite Batgirl after Babs! …And me."

"Oh…okay," Cass said in a stunned voice.

"I'm really glad you're not actually evil," Charlie told her. "And you!" she turned to Steph. "It's really awesome that you're not dead anymore!"

"Thanks, I think so too," Steph said, amused. "Well, we'd better get going."

Misfit bounced after the two girls into the bleak Gotham night.

"Okay, the first thing we're going over is rooftop jumping," Steph told the pupil as they climbed to the top of a building. "Believe me, Cass rocks at teaching this."

"But I can teleport…" Misfit said, confused.

"Yeah, but what if you lose you powers? And Babs told me you can't teleport if you're carrying someone, and you'll find you often have to drag around unconscious or panicked people in our business. Also, this helps with dexterity, whatever that means." Stephanie explained patiently.

Cass watched this display, impressed that Steph had changed so quickly to from exasperated complainer to friendly teacher. Then again, Steph had always been good at encouraging and relating to other people, which was the thing Cass envied about her friend the most.

"Okay, watch Cass's body…how she moves…how she pushes off. Then try it yourself. This is a short jump, we'll try the longer ones with a grapple. And don't worry- you fall, Cass will catch you. There may be dumpsters involved though," Steph laughed.

"Okay," Misfit said nervously, "Thanks for explaining stuff. I know it must be kinda annoying to train a rookie."

"Oh, not at all," Steph said with a smile that was a little too huge.

Cass rolled her eyes. "Watch me," she ordered the young girl.

And she jumped.

Halfway through the jump, she heard the gunshot.

She twisted around in midair but the bullet wasn't coming for her, it was coming for Steph and there was no way even she could get there in time…

But Misfit was there. She'd seen the gun barrel a second before the shot had sounded because she had been watching…and almost instinctively she seemed to teleport in front of the other girl. And Cass watched the bullet hit the girl in the chest and she watched her crumple and she didn't even notice she was plummeting…

She caught the ledge instinctively before she could splatter on the pavement, and ignoring the tearing pain in her arm, she vaulted back over the wall. Steph was leaning over the bleeding hero but Cass couldn't stop to check on her. She had to catch the sniper before a shot came again. She headed for where she'd heard the gunshot, clearing rooftops effortlessly.

The sniper was dressed in black, naturally, and he ran as soon as he saw her coming, naturally. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop almost as easily as she did. But just almost. She caught up with him in no time, and he stumbled on the ledge in his panic to get away from her. She caught him before he could fall to his death.

"Who are you?" she snarled. But she realized that was pointless. He had to be a hired gun, and one of the best, since he'd been able to get the drop on her. She changed the question. "Who do you work for?"

The man smiled. He was a skinny brunette and there was nothing all remarkable about his features. But when he smiled…it was chilling.

"I'm no one. But who I work for? He just wanted to send a message. A message to Oracle." The man's smile grew wider. "The Calculator sends his love."

Before Cass could reply, the man bit down of something. She could hear the crunch of a fizzing pill turning to powder and she cried "No!"

But it was too late. He was dead.

She dropped him, and ran back to her friends as fast as she could.

Stephanie was using her cape to stem the blood flowing from Charlie's wound. Cass watched the eggplant turn dark red helplessly, but Stephanie was pleading with Charlie through gritted teeth. "Charlie! You have to listen to me! Babs told me that you heal when you teleport, even from bullet wounds! I know you're weak, and I know you're in pain and I know you're dying- but that's the point, if you don't teleport right now, you will die! So get your ass in gear!"

Charlie's eyes were unfocused and blood was starting to bubble out her mouth. "Tel'port…can't…"

"Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe! If you don't teleport right the hell now I will tell Babs you failed this lesson and man will she be pissed off at you!" Steph shouted, her eyes flashing.

Charlie's blue eyes seemed to go as wide as saucers at this, and to Cass's utter amazement, the girl screwed up her face in agony and vanished in a flash of pink. She reappeared on Steph's other side, looking dazed and bloodstained but completely intact, and she was holding a bullet in her hand.

"Wouldn't want Babs to be pissed off," Charlie said hoarsely. "She gets kinda scary."

Stephanie embraced the girl, laughing and crying at the same time. Cass dropped to her knees beside them, smiling hugely.

"So, um, do I still fail the lesson?" Charlie asked hopefully, her voice muffled against Stephanie's bear hug.

"No," Cass said, putting her hand on the younger girl's shoulder. "You definitely passed."