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Cassandra woke up with a groan, which was fine with her, since in her dream she had been screaming. She rolled over and stared at the clock radio by her bed.  The green numbers of 4:34 A were just barely readable to her bleary eyes.  She flopped back with an aggravated growl, blinking furiously up at the ceiling.  When her mind was clear and she had the feeling back in her right arm, she sat up and yawned.  Without even bothering to put on socks, she quietly slipped out of her room. *** And that's how Bruce Wayne found the young woman, sockless and pajama-clad, eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen.   He leaned against the doorframe, wait