August 18, 0333h She moved silently, blending with the shadows. She didn't want him to know she was there. And she didn't want those who were stalking him to know she was there. It wasn't hard. No one was looking for her. Not really. The one she stalked should know. But he thought her elsewhere. He thought she was stalking the other. And that's the way it should be. Cassandra crouched on a ledge almost directly over her prey, watching carefully. After all, he just didn't look like Tim without the Robin suit.