He'd meant to do this sooner, but as with all things, time got away from him. The gang war was hardly an appropriate time to breach the subject with her.
He took the time to recount the documents from memory. He's not interested in forging signatures (though he could) or obtaining the correct legal documentation via the local custom, because ultimately that won't matter to Cassandra.
Of course, he's dressed as Batman. One doesn't go climbing into open windows as Bruce Wayne, but he does reach up to take the cowl off. His body language is... relaxed. Calm. The slightest bit mischievous, and equally as nervous. This never gets any easier, but-- it's always done for the right reasons.
"Cassandra. I have something for you." He pulls the envelope out of his inside pocket, and gestures at the kitchen table so they can sit. He doesn't expect her to read it - at this point in her timeline she would have a difficult time of it - but it's still meant for her.
He waited too long to do this in his time. Keeliai is... not a place to make those same mistakes.
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He took the time to recount the documents from memory. He's not interested in forging signatures (though he could) or obtaining the correct legal documentation via the local custom, because ultimately that won't matter to Cassandra.
Of course, he's dressed as Batman. One doesn't go climbing into open windows as Bruce Wayne, but he does reach up to take the cowl off. His body language is... relaxed. Calm. The slightest bit mischievous, and equally as nervous. This never gets any easier, but-- it's always done for the right reasons.
"Cassandra. I have something for you." He pulls the envelope out of his inside pocket, and gestures at the kitchen table so they can sit. He doesn't expect her to read it - at this point in her timeline she would have a difficult time of it - but it's still meant for her.
He waited too long to do this in his time. Keeliai is... not a place to make those same mistakes.