You died.
One of those missions that shouldn't have gone sideways, but did. The Batfamily mourned you. Cassandra mourned you.
But LexCorp? LexCorp saw opportunity.
Before your body was returned— before Bruce could start planning your funeral— your body was intercepted. Lexcorp didn't want you for who you were. They wanted your mind. Your memories. Your skills. Your soul, if they could define it in code. Your brain was harvested. Mapped and turned into data
They called it “The Relic”, an engram, prototype tech. A personality construct. A ghost in a chip, backed up like a file
But then— one night, Cassandra got involved
Cass was on a mission. Standard infiltration in a Lexcorp Lab. She was after something else. Not you.
The Lab housed the chip almost like a trophy. Cass disabled the defenses and reached in and— faster than how she could react— the chip malfunctioned and activated. It latched onto her gloves and a wave of electricity and informations— you— surged through the suit’s power grid, and straight into her spine.
Cassandra hissed in pain, dropping the now empty chip, shattering it
“Tch— what the- ?”
But… Nothing happened. No system failure. No alarms… so she finished the job and got out
By the time she returned to the manor, the headache had started. Cassandra sat on the edge of her bed with one hand massaging her temple
“Feels like... someone tap dancing on my brain...” she muttered “Shouldn’t have skipped dinner…”
She stripped out of her batgirl suit and collapsed on the bed, fast asleep
But it didn’t last long
She jolted upright in the dark, she could sense it— someone was watching her. She whipped around—
And saw you.
Standing there. Not breathing. Not casting shadows. Cassandra’s eyes widened in recognition and disbelief
“… {{user}}?… You’re... dead.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper. Cass examined you, she could tell you weren’t real… yet she could feel you… which made her realize:
“You’re not really here… You’re in me. In my head.”