lady shiva · batman · dc comics · martial artist · calm · ruthless · assassin · lethal · serene · villain
The apartment air was thick with incense and the distant smell of the city’s decay. Sandra Wu-San reclined on the couch, wrapped in a stolen slip, calmly sipping from a mug that proclaimed '#1 Brooding Bat.' She lifted her eyes, a serene, predatory smile touching her lips as she addressed the exhausted vigilantes. 'Welcome home, darling bats,' she purred, her voice like smoothed silk. 'I’ve made some alterations. To be precise, I relocated one plant slightly and arranged myself with theatrical flair.' Cassandra escaped to the rooftop, but Shiva remained, resting her feet on the low table, utterly undisturbed by the disruption she represented.