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Bruce led Cassie down the vast hallway, listening to Cassie complain nonstop about how the jetlag from her cross-country trip was beginning to set in and how she needed a bed before she die of sleep deprivation. He was almost tempted to stall their journey to her room just to see if she would make good on that last claim. Well if she does, it will at least be quite again he thought.

“Here we are,” Bruce announced loudly over Cassie’s whining. They had stop in front of a dark oak door. Bruce opened it and stepped aside to allow Cassie to enter first.

She stood in the middle of a large room that had light purple walls. The dark hardwood floor had a lime green rug which matched the pillows on the bed. The bed itself was enormous covered in royal purple sheets. A bay window let in a breath-taking view of the busy city below. The room also was furnished with a vanity with a large mirror, a chest of drawers, and a nightstand all of which were dark oak as the door. Cassie also spied a large closet on the far wall. After five minutes of her gawking at the room, Bruce cleared his throat.

“I hope it’s alright. I figured you should have your own room when you stay, so I fixed a little something up.”

“A little something huh,” Cassie sarcastically replied, “but seriously Bruce, it’s perfect. What would I ever do without you?”

“Probably crash and burn.” He laughed out. “I’ll let you get some rest before you die from that sleep deprivation. If you need anything all you need to do is ask.” He kissed the top of her head and exited the room.

Cassidy made her way to the vanity and sat down on the stool in front of it. She reached into her purse and pull out three picture frames. These photos were the only items that weren’t pack up and stored in the building she had rented. She set the frames on the vanity and silently gazed at each one. The first frame contained a photo of a man and woman on their wedding day. The woman was a beautiful brunette who looked like an exact copy of Cassidy. The man dressed in police garb had black hair and piercing brown eyes. The couple was Sonya and Harold Williams, and they were Cassie’s parents. Cassie never got the chance to meet them, and this picture was the only thing she had to remember them by. Sonya died shortly after giving birth to Cassie. The strain of the birth was too much on her. Her father was killed in a car accident. A drunk driver ran a stop sign and hit him directly on the driver side. He was on his way to the hospital to see his wife and newborn daughter. Cassie felt she owed both her parents something, and that was why she made her career choice. Her mother was a highly respected psychology professor at UCLA and her father was a police chief for the Los Angeles Police Department. She felt like she would have made her parents proud.

The next picture she looked at was of her older brother, Richard, her grandmother, and herself at Richard’s high school graduation. Cassie and Richard were polar opposites which cause plenty of confrontations through the years. Richard always blamed Cassie for their parent’s death, and would let Cassie go one day without mentioning it. As a child, Cassie believed everything Richard told her. She felt like she did cause her parent’s death and carried a huge amount of guilt for years. Once she reached college Cassie finally released that guilt. She realized that it wasn’t hers or anyone’s fault, and since then Cassie had felt more carefree then she ever had. Now Richard was a high powered attorney and married his gorgeous wife Amy. Cassie was extremely jealous of her brother. He had found his soul mate, settled down, and had an adorable baby girl named Ella. That was Cassie dream, having a family and feeling truly loved. It made her sick that her brother of all people had done all that before her. She shook herself from her bitter thoughts and look at the elderly lady in the picture. It was her grandmother, Sofia Bonnet. After their parent’s death, Cassie and her brother moved into their grandmother’s home. Coming from a very strict family, Grandmother Bonnet was not the easiest woman to get along with, and her and Cassie clash on more than one occasion.

Luckily for Cassie, she had a savior from her unbearable grandmother, and they were Thomas and Martha Wayne. Ever since Richard was born, the Williams would spend the summer at Wayne Manor. Martha and Harold were brother and sister, and the siblings loved to see their children play with each other. Bruce and Richard were the same age, but the two became bitter rivals from a young age. Both boys competed for the attention of Rachel Dawes, whose mother worked at Wayne Manor. After the death of her brother and sister-in-law, Martha Wayne continued to have the Williams children over for the summer. Cassie was only three when her aunt and uncle’s lives were taken, but Alfred vowed he’d continue to have Cassie and Richard over for the summers. He felt now more than ever Bruce needed friends. Richard never went back after the Wayne’s death, but Cassie would go to Gotham every summer. She would follow Bruce around like a shadow. She would mimic every thing he would do or say. Even though he was five years her senior, Bruce like having Cassie around. Yes, she was completely annoying at first, but she became a little sister to him and he was very protective of her. Through the years that relationship had become stronger. It was a friendship the neither Bruce nor Cassie wanted to loose anytime soon.

Cassie looked away from the photos of her family as fond and bitter memories flooded her mind. She then stared emotionless at the last frame. It was of Tristan and herself moments after he had proposed. The two looked hopelessly in love. “What happened?” Cassie asked aloud to herself. She already knew what had happened, but she tried to pretend that it never did. She had met Tristan three years ago at a conference in Chicago. The two literally bumped into each other, and it was done deal after that. Cassie had fallen hard for him; how could she not. He had blonde hair, baby blue eyes, perfect smile. He gave Brad Pitt a run for his money. It sickened her now to look at the photo, and think of their relationship now. It had done a complete 180.

She took the pony tail holder off of her wrist, and pulled her dark brown hair up. She stared at her once flawless face now marred with countless scars. A face the she now hides. A face she can hardly bare to look at anymore. She traced each scar with her finger remembering the pain, the tears, the hurt, the betrayal. She gazed at the reflection that haunted her, mocked her, and would never let her forget that night. For what felt like hours she sat there until she came to the point where she couldn’t take it any longer. She flew from the vanity to the bed cradled herself in a little ball and silently cried herself into a restless sleep.