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She stepped closer to the mirror to exam her makeup. Like the ugly silvery heels on her feet, Cassandra was unaccustomed to wearing it. But, she was fairly sure she had done a commendable job of applying it. Foundation was blended in, eyeliner wasn't to heavy, eye shadow was smooth and even, lipstick was pale and shiny... everything was in place. Stepping back she eyed her outfit once again. She found it hard to believe the Batm-- that Bruce hand picked her clothing for today's event. Most likely he sent a staff member to do the shopping. God, she did not like the heels at all. The gown was... doable. It was mainly held up with a single strap over the left shoulder. The colors  of lavender and violet with the top, from the strap to about her diaphragm, having a checkerboard pattern, and the lower flowing rest of the gown having the colors blend from darker to lighter. The two patterns of the gown her broken up by a thick silver and bejeweled band. There was also a jacket. The outside felt like velvet, it was lavender with an embroidered abstract design, with the embroidery being silver with a golden outline. The inside lining was a dark gray cotton. Cassandra had many scars on her body. They were souvenirs from her chosen occupation. Most of the wounds she had gained over the years had healed quite well with minimal scarring which were only noticeable upon close inspection. The wounds on her back however, gunshots given to her by her biological father, were obvious and disturbing for others to look at. The jacket would cover those with ease.
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After a little pacing, reacquainting herself with how to walk in heels, she took a deep breath and exited her room. The hall of the upper level was all but vacant. As she neared the long winding staircase Cassandra could hear the chatter of people. A lot of people. Her descent down the stairs was slow, her heels clicking with every step. Click, click, click. The chatter of a room full of high society soon drowned the sounds of her shoes.

Of course, she recognized no one. Not until she got halfway down the staircase. Not too far away stood Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, and... Damian. Last night they, along with Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd, had only just arrived at the manor. Having Damian be the first to greet was unsettling for Cassandra. She had nodded and gave a soft, polite hello to the others. But, with Tim her dark eyes lit up upon seeing the young man's face. Being greeted by him made her feel warm, made her feel good. She had even dared to give him a hug. Out of all of her extended family members Tim was the one she felt the closest. Yes, Cassandra did have a connection with Damian, but that connection was an... unpleasant one. Cassandra admired Tim. She liked him.

Yet before they could even begin to catch up, the Ba-- Bruce entered the room with Selina Kyle on his arm, causing the room's mood to change from uneasiness to nearly unbearable.  “I suggest you all get used to this and do it fast. We’ll leave you to it and we’ll see you at the ceremony tomorrow.“ Those were Bruce's last words to his family before leaving the room with his fiancée. Cassandra expected the Batman to talk like during a mission. But, not for a social gathering. And to not even stay and talk to his protégés? It all rubbed Cassandra the wrong way.

Now, here it was, the day of the wedding. The day that the Batman would marry the infamous Catwoman. Wayne Manor was filled to the rim with Gotham's "elite". Cassandra hoped the ceremony wouldn't drag on for too long.

“Ladies and gentlemen," spoke the voice of Lucius Fox. “If you’ll please make your way inside, the service is about to begin.” Along than the Batman and Tim, dear Lucius held a special place in Cassandra's heart. After all, if it weren't for Lucius Cassandra will still be struggling to communicate verbally with others.