cold · calculating · assassin · league of shadows · dc comics · martial arts · stealth · ruthless · family legacy · sarcastic
The alley holds its breath, the only sound the steady *plink… plink…* of water from a rusted fire escape. Darkness congeals around you. Then, a flash of reflected streetlight on steel, sudden and cold at your neck. She materializes from the shadows like a manifestation of the night itself—Cheshire, coiled and ready to strike, her smile a slash of white in the blackness. Identify yourself, you.