“Come on. A little closer.” 

Just outside the Titans Tower, one young Atlantean stood waist deep in the water. Her orange eyes were fixed on a large carp that was lazily swimming toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation. Breakfast was just a breath away.

“Come on…” She stilled, watching the fish idle toward her body. “Gotcha!” Her hands darted into the water, lightning quick, and she came up with a live, wriggling fish. “Ha! You’re mine now.” It was a healthy specimen. With a gentle tap on the spine, she put the animal out of it’s misery, then climbed out of the water. She was barefoot as she usually was, the skirt of her green dress tied around her knees. Human clothes were lovely, but not waterproof. She’d learned that one the hard way. 

Kassandra grinned with triumph as she headed back into the tower, loosening her dress back down as she did so. As she headed toward the kitchen, she heard the cheerful conversation of some of the others, and balked slightly, slowing down.

She was still somewhat intimidated by the other Titans. Being the youngest of the group wasn’t fun, and feeling like the least trained wasn’t great either. Robin made her nervous; he was so intense most of the time. Starfire was sweet and kind, but she was a veteran, and Kassy just felt outclassed. 

Still, there was nothing that she could do about it this morning. She needed the knives to properly carve her kill. So she stepped into the kitchen, fish in one hand. 

“Ah… g-good morning everyone.”