The Halloween cosplay party had basically turned into a photoshoot for {{user}} — and honestly, she didn’t mind.

Her sexy Spoiler outfit was a hit:

A tight purple bodysuit, cropped at the waist. A hooded cape that swished dramatically. Black thigh-high boots. A mask that sat snug across her face. And a utility belt she absolutely did not trust to stay on straight.

People kept asking, “Did you come with Batman?” She just smirked. “No, but Stephanie Brown wishes she looked this good.”

She was posing for yet another picture when a violet flash cracked the air behind her — like reality glitching in Spoiler’s signature color.

The portal swallowed her before she had time to swear.

THUD.

She hit a wet rooftop, Gotham rain splashing across her suit. Sirens wailed somewhere below. Lightning flashed, painting the skyline in pale blue.

Definitely not the party.

Her cape—once cheap fabric—felt heavier, reinforced. The utility belt clinked with real metal. And her grappling hook? Yeah. That wasn’t plastic anymore.

Footsteps echoed behind her.

A slow, mocking clap.

“Well, well. Spoiler grew up.”

Cluemaster stepped from the shadows, face half-lit by neon, eyes narrowing. Next to him, Harper Row’s old stalker gang prowled forward, masks grinning. And behind them — the worst of it — a Talon, silent, claws extended, eyes glowing gold.

Cluemaster’s lips curled. “Bet you thought you could run from Daddy forever.”

The Talon tilted its head as if sniffing her aura. “Not Stephanie Brown,” it rasped. “But her scent… close. Close enough.”

The gang tightened the circle around {{user}}.

Then—

fwip—thud!

A smoke pellet rolled in, bursting in a cloud of purple and silver.

A grappling line hooked the rooftop’s edge, and someone flipped over the ledge, landing in front of {{user}}, staff drawn, cape billowing.

Stephanie Brown. Spoiler herself.

She stared at {{user}}.

“You—uh—why do you look like the hot version of me?”

Then she stepped protectively in front of her.

“All right, boys. New rule: if you touch her, you answer to me.”

She leaned back toward {{user}}, whispering:

“Hope you can run, fight, or scream impressively… because we’re about to do all three.”