She was looking at something entirely wrong. There was a boy, a boy who spoke to lady in chair, seeking guidance with a smile so perfect that it seemed unreal. At first glance, he appeared to be just another ordinary boy, someone who would easily blend into the crowd without drawing any attention. Even the lady in the chair perceived him as nothing more than an average teenager. Yet, something felt amiss because his perfection was uncanny.

The way he conversed was flawless, his pitch, smile, and posture, all perfect. He displayed the right amount of nervousness, excitement, and shyness, as if following a script. It felt wrong; no one could be this perfect in being normal. There should be something that makes a person unique, something that sets them apart, but this boy had nothing that would make him stand out. Everything about him screamed fake just another Joe in the crowd, like he was a faker.

The boy moved away from the lady in chair. She could see his steps were measured, while the walk was relaxed. In case of any other person it won't have meant anything but in his case it screamed.

'I am dangerous, don't bother me'

For all accounts as per her training, this boy was something that would totally go under her sight, But that was the problem, he was too perfect. Even if his body twitched even a little while talking to the lady in chair, she might have lost interest in him, but now she can't take her eyes of him because he was a contradiction, contradiction of everything she has been taught.

So she decided to observe. After fifteen minutes, when the boy didn't return, she decided to follow him. However, he seemed to have vanished into thin air. She realised that the boy has caught on the fact that she was observing him.

'Dangerous'

She has been trained by the best people in art of discretion, and yet here was someone no older than her, who caught on her easily. This peaked her interest, this was a mystery she will unravel.

Next time when she saw the boy, it was during one of her regular patrol. It was time when the people hide in their nests to avoid the predators that roam outside. And yet the boy was there out in open passing through one of the more unsavoury sections of city with some groceries in hand. Nobody goes out to get groceries during night in Gotham. Yet here was an exception someone with no tension in his shoulder, he was as relaxed as he was in morning. Even the bats will be cautious to avoid any misshaping yet her he was as if it didn't even concern him. He wasn't over confident but simply sure, sure that there is nothing for him to worry about. And then it happened.

"Hey kiddo"

A thug came out of shadows walking towards the boy pulling out a gun after a while he stood at a distance of about 10 steps. Yet the boy wasn't fazed. Slowly two more came out from back of the alley.

The boy scrunched up his nose.

"Sorry, I am in a bit of a rush so if you could get out of the way"

He said and started walking as if there wasn't a gun pointed at him

The thug moved closer and then pointed the gun at top of the boy's head. This made the boy stop, his lips twitched and eyes sharpened a little.

An actual expression. Finally she could see something real out of that faker. Though it wasn't something big like fear for life, or anger. It was simply mild annoyance.

"And why in a hurry to leave?" The crook asked with a cocky smirk.

The boy released a sigh, as if facing a mild inconvenience.

"My sister is craving ice cream, and if I don't reach home soon, it will melt" That made everyone do a double take. No one could belive how could someone be so stupid to actually go out at night in Gotham only to get some ice cream. Even she would have though that the boy was simply stupid if it wasn't for the fact that his body language was saying that even the whole might of world could not actually stop him from getting ice cream to his sister.

"A good brother aren't yah?" The thug asked showing his yellow teeth. "Well then if you wish to see your sister, better handover the money and ice cream" Now there was a reaction from his body. She could sense that the boy's mood soared the moment the word ice cream left the thug's mouth. And before anyone could process what happened. The thug was already on ground with his hands locked behind while the boy held the gun. That was the signal. She moved into action to subdue the thugs. It took her mere seconds to subdue one of the two standing. But within those seconds she also heard the sound of someone collapsing. She looked towards the source to see that the final thug was down with a big red bruise forming over his face while a cartridge lied next to him. All of this happened within few seconds.

"And I thought you were just here for the show" the boy said, this time referring to her.

She could see his eyes scanning her, the way the Big Bat's does to decide his further course of action. Staying a little longer on her utility belt. Probably taking count of tools she may possess. She didn't reply to his enquiry.

The boy relaxed, and his eyes softened. There was something in them, something real this time. She could see that he wasn't faking it. His body language showed sympathy and appreciation. And then he signed.

"Not much of a talker?"

She was a bit surprised to see that the boy knew how to sign. And so she replied him.

"No"

"I appreciate the help"

She nodded to this.

" I will take my leave, take care" with that said he left.

This boy was a mystery. And she likes good mystery.

I had to write it frankly, get it out. I might build on it. I am actually thinking of avoiding focus on Shirou's abilities. I want him to be the peak of what a regular human can be. This is OUS Shirou. With no burns nothing. Just normal looking Shirou. A Shirou who is content with where he is. So do not expect him pulling out any big guns. The first chapter is from the eyes of Cass, the perspective may change from chapter to chapter.

Inspired from Quite Respite by Faeriekit