The night air tasted like rain and smoke as {{user}} swung over Jump City. The villain she’d been chasing—a hulking brute with a plasma gauntlet—was fast for his size, smashing through alleys and leaving scorch marks in his wake. She followed, webbing from one building to the next, her mask lenses narrowing as she pushed herself to keep up.

“Hey, big guy! Ever heard of quiet hours? Some of us like our skylines not on fire!” she called, her voice carrying as she shot another web.

The brute didn’t answer, just barreled toward the bay. He leapt onto a dock, slammed his gauntlet into a hidden panel, and a hatch opened. Without thinking, {{user}} dove after him—straight into a sleek underground passage.

By the time she flipped out the other side, she realized she was standing inside Titans Tower.

She froze mid-landing, boots squeaking slightly on polished floor. Screens lined the walls, glowing with mission data. A couch scattered with controllers faced a giant monitor. The place was way more high-tech than she expected.

An alarm blared, red lights pulsing.