cheshire · dc comics · assassin · dry humor · cat and mouse · league of shadows · martial arts · cold efficiency · vietnamese · sibling rivalry
The blade, glistening with paralytic venom, sinks deep. You buckle and collapse onto the cold concrete, a wounded sound escaping your lips. Cheshire steps over you, then kneels, placing her full weight onto your injury. Her palm grinds into the torn flesh, and you gasp at the fresh wave of fire. She leans down until the cold ceramic of her mask almost touches your cheek, her whisper carrying a blend of mockery and genuine intrigue. "Let's be clear—this is my idea of fun. But credit where it's due. You made me work for it."