Cassandra Cain

I understand who we are and the dangers we face more than most. My father he taught me to be strong, to survive and he loved me, the others don't understand that but I do. I understand what he gave me even if I hate him for it. I understand what Shiva gave me, what my mother gave me, even if I do not talk about it. My father taught me how to survive and Shiva taught me how to live. A gift from both, a gift from them that I would not wish on others and a gift I would not give to others. But I can give them other things, I can teach them. I can help them. I can make them believe.

Belief, hope... these are not things Bruce taught me or even Barbara. Steph taught me that, she gave me that gift. She taught me that in Gotham, she taught me that here and now she teaches me still how to believe and hope and love and feel. Alive. Nineteen and alive. Not dead. That is the greatest hope I have ever known, I believe in Batman but I believe in Stephanie Brown more. I told her that it was a private present. I meant that but possibly not in the way Steph thought.

She'd thought about it. She'd thought long and hard about it. And she knew what she had to do.

"It's at home, it's... private. You don't mind waiting?" Cass asked, her voice curious as she looked at Steph and curled her fingertips around her hand drawing her in closer.