This wasn't Wayne Manor. This wasn't your room, it was…someplace else. A familiar place.

The farm. You were back on the farm. Everything was as it was. The shiloh. The house. The car. Everything. Overcome with emotions you bolted straight up the stairs and inside. Smiling tearfully from ear to ear, ready to shout for April and…

Find no one was here. Everything was empty. How did you know? You felt it and there weren't any pictures of the others. The homey feeling was washed away. It was a fake. Clenching your fist, elevating the crushing feeling rippling through your heart. Get ready to bear the scream rising inside, sense the presence of another. Quickly you turn around, eyes glowering, find a female…that you've never seen yet, she seems familiar…somehow.

She had a strong build and facial features, dressed in a long sleeveless navy blue coat and pants, brown skin nearly close to your own, and brown hair matching her eyes that looked kindly at you. She stood at the door as if waiting for you to allow her in.

Who was she?

Neither of you said anything, silence filled the empty house. Was she the cause of this, you wondered. She seems to have heard your question and answered.

"No. I promise you, I'm not doing any of this."

Your eyes narrow harder, finding that hard to believe.

"I see you find that hard to believe," she continued, still keeping her distance, her eyes never left yours, "my name is Cassandra."

You rose a brow. You knew no Cassandra.

She kept going, "I know you would like further details and you will have them. I promise that and more." Her voice softens after that, "Like how to get your powers back and what happened to them."

Your eyes widen. What did she just say? "H-How…." your words trembled.

"Through a beneficiary who has the utmost interest and care for you." Cassandra smiled softly. "They're the ones who set this up so that we could meet. I'll be honest, I've waited quite a while to see you." Her voice perked up a bit. She almost took a step forward. Stopping when your eyes guard went up. "Sorry. I just became…."

"No…it is alright," you said, as your mind tried to understand this woman, "this person you speak of," your eyes move around the living room. "How did they know about this?"

"I'm sure you know what a telepathic link is, right?"

You nod.

"Well, the telepath that's being used to help us communicate thought this setting would be most comfortable for you. It seems they might have been right. I do apologize for their invasion of privacy."

It was true you weren't keen knowing now. Not even April would do something like this, the moment you thought of your sister, your eyes lower to the floor. Cassandra watched.

"Is everything alright?" She asked.

You lift your eyes back to her's, "…Yes. Just...Just thinking that is all. May I ask, who is this…beneficiary? That has taken an interest in me?"

"All I can say is they have been waiting for you and their heart weeps for the tragedy of the losses you have suffered."

A pain crumbled in your heart that nearly sunk it. For a moment your legs nearly gave out. Maybe that's why, whomever this telepath was, didn't include the photos. Overcome with emotions of that night, you lost track of the questions your mind had and let the weight of grief, somehow heavier than before, consume you. Dropping to the floor, everything became cold and…

Standing nearby Vandal Savage watched closely as Psimon worked, connecting Cassandra's mind to yours. Smiling with satisfaction.

Back at the manor, Alfred came to check up on you as you hadn't risen yet and it was going on at noon.

"Miss?" He knocked lightly, "Miss May, another wellness check from myself, but are you alright? It is nearly going on noon and you have yet to leave the comfort of your room."

There was no response, as expected. He frowned feeling terrible for you, there was no doubt in his mind her reason for self-isolation and current behavior. He felt it was best to leave your be…to give you some sense of space. Yet, his orders and his own moral obligations said others. Tim wasn't always here, he was either in school or called away on a mission. Currently, he was the latter. And Alfred was instructed by both Bruce and Tim to watch over you. The rules and restrictions remained, you could only roam around the manor or the gardens. But, were not allowed near the cave or exit the premises, security was put in to ensure that.

He knew you were well aware of it, no matter how Tim tried to make it seem you were…in so many words confined. Though Alfred understood the reason, for your protection so others wouldn't recognize you after what happened; it was still playing on the news on occasion. You were safest here. As well your lack of powers, still have not found the cause of it, it was unsure if or when they or could appear. Never the less a bird should never remain in a gilded cage.

"Miss?" He knocked again, nothing.

He looked at the doorknob, though improper to enter, he jiggled it. It was locked, sighing took out the master key.

"Forgive me," he apologized opening the door, "but I just would like to check on your well-being and Master Tim has-"

You were up, wrapped in your robe. Hair wet, smelling of fresh flowers.

"Hello." You simply say. No smile or well-meaning in your words. It was just flat and bland. "My apologizes, I was," you glance back at the closed bathroom door.

He looks too. "Understandable. Now that you have risen, would you care for something to eat? A late lunch? Brunch?"

You give it a thought, realistically you weren't hungry nor in the mood for food. A sour look crossed your eyes quickly before they turned to the window catching two birds flying by. Alfred saw the broken look in your eyes.

"Miss, sha-"

"Brunch, please." You cut him off, walking over to the closet on the other side of the room, and began looking through your clothes. He opened his mouth to say something, but you gain beat him to it, "I'll take it in the library."

"Yes. I shall bring it there." With a slight nod of the head, he leaves. Closing the door behind him.

Once it clicked, you stop and walk out onto the balcony. With your hand on the rail, dig your nails in; the thought of jumping off was enticing…just to get…just so you could feel the rush of wind against you. It was so easy…so very easy…even if you plummeted. Splattered on the ground, it was only fair…after all, what happened to the others. What you did….what you…dropping your head clench your teeth.

It was all your fault and….and….taking a deep breath, straighten your shoulders and lift your head to the sky. A flock of birds in the distances fly towards the city. Reaching a hand up, stare at it, letting the breeze blow through your fingers like water.

Where did they go? Why were they taken? Was it punishment? You thought.

Closing your eyes for a moment, see Casandra with her hand extended, hear her words. They echo in your mind, even as you open your eyes again. Reflecting on the conversation…her offer….you had Tim at the moment. He was trying to help you…but what progress was he truly making, you remember some of Cassandra's words. A detective solved things and quite frankly…Tim… wasn't.

Digging your nails into the stone rail, brittle the tips.

You couldn't think with your mind heated. Pinching your brow try to calm down, turn back and go inside. Just as you step foot into your room, Alfred knocked on the door. The food was ready.

"Thank you. I shall be there soon." You groan softly, hoping he wouldn't hear. Opening the closet grab a tank-top, shorts, and socks. Quickly changing your clothes, open the door just before Alfred knocked again.

He offered you a warm smile, normally not rude, you walk by him throwing a thank you back.