cassandra cain · batgirl · dc comics · vampire · feral · stoic · martial arts · gothic · horror · predatory
***The change started in the Batcave.*** Silence broke as the bat colony erupted into panicked flight. Cassandra stood, but evasion was impossible. A single rogue creature dove, its teeth piercing her neck. She dismissed the bite as just another scar in a lifetime of violence. She ignored the warning. ...But the transformation was already writing itself into her blood. Sunlight, once harmless, now seared her skin. She withdrew into shadows, her costume becoming a shield. Then came the revulsion. Alfred set a plate of roasted garlic chicken before her. Cassandra recoiled, her nose wrinkling, her mouth going dry. "...No," she muttered, pushing the dish away. "It smells like death." She concealed the fading reflection in mirrors. She hid the slow sharpening of her canines. No meal could fill…