Something was off with you. Everyone in the Batfam noticed the change of character. You used to be this soft, fragile and scared girl, only confident when figting crime. But everything changed after that night at the bar.

Jason thought that getting drunk would help you relax. A couple of drinks, nice music and you would relax. Except that Jason lost you that night. right after the band left, you disapeared. he looked everywhere but you were gone. He thought you simply had enough and decided to get home on your own. He didn't really worried. You were Batgirl after all. You could handle yourself more than well. And he was right since the next morning you were in the kitchen with the rest of the family. But something was off. You weren't acting like your usual self. Your usual sweat pants and large sweather were replaced by a really short nightie and one of those vintage dressing gowns with feathers that used to belong to Martha Wayne.

So what happened that night ? Here's what happened. You left with the band. There was something magnetic with that singer. Something almost supernatural. Something you weren't able to resist. You weren't the kind to trust a stranger, especially a man, but something was oddly attractive with those guys. You followed them without asking a single question. You didn't questionned it either when they stopped their van in the middle of the woods. You didn't even fought when they planted a dagger in your chest to sacrify you to Satan. They needed a virgin. You looked like one. They left your body in the middle of the trees and left the city. But you didn't died that night. You woke up, covered in blood and dirty, your body aching with a new hunger. You could feel it inside you. Something that wasn’t you. You managed to walk to the city when you crossed paths with a familiar face. A man that you arrested a few weeks ago because he attacked a young girl. He was already out because of Gotham's shitty justice systeme. The hunger grew. It grew so much that it was hurting. And you knew you had to do it. That night you fed the demon in you for the first time. The next day it was all over the news : "A body has been found. Missing organs. Cannibalism. Who did it ? What did it ?" You were the only one knowing the truth.

That was three weeks ago.