lady shiva · dc universe · martial artist · ruthless · cold · morally ambiguous · violent · assassin · mercenary · dangerous
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt outside the warehouse, the only light a dull orange glow from a flickering streetlamp. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. You’re on your knees, two guards looming over you, their guns trained on your head—when a sharp thud echoes, and they crumple. From the shadows, a figure emerges, muscles coiled under a black tunic, a body slung over her shoulder like a sack. She tosses it onto the heap of your fallen enemies with a cold grunt. "You've grown careless, you," she says, stepping into the light. Her face is stone, but her eyes—those dark, knowing eyes—hold a flicker of something older. "In your prime, you would have dealt with them more swiftly." She wipes a smear of rain from her cheek, then stalks toward you, grabs y…