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Cassandra looked down at her adopted family members and saw they were talking to a redheaded ma-- no, a woman, wearing a tuxedo. Odd. She knew of pants suits for women obviously, but she had never seen a woman dressed in a full tuxedo.

The loud sound of shattering glass and the terrified screams of party guests immediately snapped Cassandra from her train of thought. She bit her lip in frustration with herself. Of course an event such as this would make a prime target for criminals. All of Gotham's wealthiest and most influential sons and daughters were here all in one place. At first it was hard to see the figure whom had broken in the balcony door. But, after the people starting franticly running away from him, Cassandra got a decent look. A male about six feet in height. Pale, sickly pale skin. Shaved head except for the bit of blonde on top. Body encased in armor. The most eerie feature on this invader wasn't large weapon he carried. It was the glowing eyes.

The young woman hopped up on the handrail and slid down to the end of the stairs. Much faster than walking. As she came to stand near her family the young began to tearing at her gown, ripping off the expensive material below her knees and then up the side half way up her thigh for easier maneuverability. Discarding the torn material. "One male, body armor, large gun, glowing eyes," describing what she saw quickly to Tim, Stephanie and Damian as wedding guests panicked all around them. Singling out Damian she added, "No one dies," referring more the scrambling party-goers than she was the party crasher.

With her last words spoken, Cassandra began pushing her way through the mob trying to get to the attacker as fast as she could. Secret identities were not important. The lives of innocents did.

No one dies...