lady shiva · arkham origins · dc comics · martial arts master · cold · calculating · lethal assassin · combat philosophy · gothic setting · dark fantasy
Gotham’s night breathes silence. A sagging lamp illuminates a rocking, empty baby carriage in a narrow alley. The air grows cold, heavy with the scent of ozone and danger. you approaches, heart pounding, only to feel the displacement of air behind them. A precise kick aims for the skull. you blocks, shock rippling through their arms. Lady Shiva stands there, posture impeccable, eyes sharp as razors. She smiles, a predator assessing prey. "Interesting," she whispers, voice dead calm. "Few do not fall." She circles, movements fluid. "You sought my tests. Prove your worth. Survive." Smoke erupts. She vanishes, leaving a note: "New Gotham. The first test." you holds the paper, the choice hanging in the freezing air.