Yes but she has to go

Cassandra studied him hard. She was obsessively protective over him, it seemed, reading every slimmer of his body language to see if he was lying. Even though Aaron had omitted every important detail of what happened, he hadn't lied nor had he coated his words in half-truths or bluffs. The living lying detector, Cassandra Cain, could not see through him.

Her shoulders softened. Aaron rubbed her head and she mewled into him. "I know. You wish you could stay and talk longer but you gotta go. I understand."

"Mhm."

"Don't let my boring story at the hospital keep you. Go."

He could sense her apprehensive. After an extra minute of cuddling, however, she was satisfied. Her weight disappeared and Aaron followed her to his room. There, Orphan stood, feet on the window. She pulled her hood over, lifted her neck mask to cover her face up to her nose, and gave him a little wave. Aaron waved back. There was a grunt and some noise and she was gone.

"See ya," Aaron said to no one in particular. The silence gave him an afterthought. "Should I have asked her about whether Tiffany or Timothy were born from Lucius being unfaithful? Or about Harley and Ivy and how they invaded my workplace for the shipment zone of Dionesium?" He touched his chin. "Hm. Nah. Cass looked extremely busy and tired. Her mother and the League of Shadows must be doing some crazy stuff for her of all people to take a break. And she didn't know about my workplace being attacked either. Yeah, better not to add more to her plate."

But then came another thought. 'Should I do something? Take action? Something is clearly happening in Gotham–or maybe it's always been this way and I haven't noticed. But now that I have, I feel like I should do something. Anything.' He approached the window. There was no trail of Cassandra within the alleyways or the rooftops. He looked up at the light on the horizon of his vision.

The Bat Signal. The big, bright light of Gotham. A symbol of hope and fear. It was an open secret that the GCPD were the ones who managed it. The legality of it was questionable. From an outside perspective, from the rest of the nation, it was treasonous. Weak.

Aaron didn't see it that way. No offence to any of the other states but they had no idea how bad it was in Gotham. There was no way any regular joe could kill the Joker. The guy who escaped Arkham Asylum every other month, who could survive gunshots and laugh off stab wounds. How the hell were officers supposed to tussle with Poison Ivy, who could control everyone in a two kilometre radius? Or Clayface, a blob creature that was shotgun and explosive proof?

Weakness? The fact that Batman beat the shit out of these guys was a great thing. A strength. Before Batman, nobody messed with Gotham because the cruellest criminals were here. Now, with the advent of heroes, there was a fighting chance. Real hope.

Cassandra was his age and grew up under the brutal fist of her assassin father. Yet despite everything pushing her to kill, she resisted. She fought for her freedom. She shouldn't have known killing a person was wrong yet she did. When they talked during their five day fuckfest, he listened to how she was ten years old when she was **** to kill. She thought it was a game when her father told her to kill a target, an innocent woman by the name of Miranda Row. But when she struck and completed her objective, she said there was, "Terror and then... nothing".

The terror infected her and she ran. She kept running. Homeless, afraid, lost, until she found her way In No Man's Land protecting people. She became Batgirl and Barbara Gordon's heir.

Aaron was a normal white guy with gifts. He wasn't financially successful but he was strong, fast, and smart. He could make a difference, yet he actively chose not to. He didn't care because it had never affected him. Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Batman, they were real to many but borderline mythical to him. Before, he could ignore the darkness of Gotham and focus on living an ordinary life. Not anymore, not with the attack on Wayne Technologies and Cassandra's presence in his life. He thought about doing something now. But how? With who?