As far as villains go, Cass thought, the Red Hood wasn’t so bad. Yes, he killed people, and that was inexcusable, but at least he didn’t kill innocents. Plus, having once been Robin had to count for something, right?
Which is why Cass didn’t turn around and leave when she saw Jason Todd sitting in the café on the corner of 15th and Larimer right where her “blind date” was supposed to be.
The date had been Stephanie’s idea. Cass needed some “normal socialization,” according to her, and Barbara had agreed. So the three spent an afternoon taking photos of Cassandra from every angle and describing her in flattering half-truths (“How do you spend your free time?” “Fighting criminals.” “… Studying martial arts sounds better.”). It didn’t take long for people to start contacting her, which Cass quickly learned was not always a good thing. Quite a few people – mostly older men – sent her some very unsavory messages, often accompanied by unwarranted images of their supposedly impressive genitals. One man in particular, a 54-year-old named Brad, had sent a message so vile that Cass had to physically restrain Stephanie from tracking him down and smashing his face in.
Several people, though, had sent nice messages and seemed to genuinely want to get to know Cass. She got to chatting with most of them, and found that she actually enjoyed conversing with these strangers, though the textual communication was downright aggravating. More than a little bit was lost when body language and emotion couldn’t be read.
So when one of the strangers, who used the moniker ‘noprideallprejudice’ suggested meeting up in person, Cass jumped at the chance. They agreed on a time and location, and Cass spent the morning being poked and prodded by Stephanie, who’d insisted on helping her friend get ready.