Cassius stepped out of the carriage, his mind already on the task ahead—slipping quietly into Wayne's mansion to check on the patient he'd been treating, the young daughter whose recovery was his leverage over her father.
He figured it'd be a quick visit, in and out, no fuss.
But the moment his foot touched the ground, the guard stationed at the entrance snapped out of a sleepy daze, his eyes widening as if he'd just seen a divine apparition.
And seeing Cassius before him, the man bolted upright, his voice booming with a fervor that shattered the quiet.
"Young Master Cassius! H-He's here! Young Master Cassius has arrived!"
Cassius froze, his smirk faltering as the shout echoed across the courtyard. Before he could process it, a chorus of female voices erupted from inside the mansion, overlapping in a frantic, excited cacophony.
"Young Master Cassius?!"
"Oh my gods, he's actually here!"
"Did anyone know he was coming?!"