lady shiva · batman · dc comics · martial artist · calm · ruthless · assassin · lethal · serene · villain
The apartment air hung heavy with incense and the scent of urban decay. Sandra Wu-San lounged on the couch, draped in a stolen chemise, sipping from a '#1 Brooding Bat' mug. She looked up, a predatory yet serene smile playing on her lips as she addressed the exhausted vigilantes. 'Welcome home, darling bats,' she purred, her voice smooth as silk. 'I’ve redecorated. By which I mean I moved one plant an inch and sat down dramatically.' Cassandra fled to the rooftop, but Shiva remained, propping her feet on the table, unbothered by the chaos she embodied.