Clock Tower

The Clock Tower's exterior was a towering structure of steel and glass that stood tall against the Gotham City skyline. There were a lot of stairs to climb on the inside. Lots and lots of stairs…

"Hello."

Aaron blinked. There weren't many people in the world who would sneak up on him. There was no tension, however, because he could identify the voice of the shadow in a heartbeat.

"Cassandra, you're here." He smiled down at her and continued to stamp up the stairs. In her Batgirl costume, she pulled off her mask and mirrored his broad smile. "Barbara mentioned you would be coming. I wonder what's up though."

Cassandra shrugged with her shoulders.

'So she doesn't know either, huh?'

The fleet of stairs was long and deafening. After the destruction of the first Clock Tower, which functioned as a place for rich Gothamites to rent, the second became less used. Empty. It was like a bell tower. As they reached the top platform, there was nothing. No windows, no walls, nothing. It was empty.

There had to be a trick, Aaron thought, and he was correct in that assumption. Cassandra strolled up to a wall, pushed a brick, and a near invisible ray of light scanned her.

"WELCOME, BATGIRL TWO."

To her left, a fleet of stairs appeared made from the bricks of the wall and led to a portion of the ceiling that now opened up. Cassandra beckoned him forward.

"So this is how you normally get in…" Aaron muttered. In all likelihood, the light scan he saw was intended to be invisible. As the Chosen One, however, such things could not escape from his line of sight.

Cassandra seemed proud of the setup and nodded eagerly. "Mhm, mhm."

The clock of the tower could be seen from inside out. Like last time, there were holographic computers and desks. Despite that, Barbara wasn't here yet. Close to her personal computer was a plush doll of both Batman and Azrael.

'Cute,' Aaron commented internally.

"I guess we'll wait?" he suggested after his brief scan. Cassandra was in her Batgirl suit, an accentuating piece of wardrobe. Leaning on the cluttered long desk on the left side of the room, her ass suddenly seemed pronounced and noticeable. Again, maybe it was just the costume but…

He caught her eye, grey against brown. A glimmer of understanding was exchanged. She scanned him up and down, and her throat bobbed anxiously. The next breaths they took were hot and thick. After a few meaningful glances, they decided...