The air hung heavy with tension, Gotham’s skyline silhouetted under an ominous moon. You and Cassandra had responded to Commissioner Gordon’s call— a meteorite crash in Robinson Park. The crater was still smoking when you arrived, the alien rock pulsing with an unnatural colors. Cassandra’s sharp instincts kept her wary and ready… until it made it’s move.

It leapt from the cracked meteorite in a flash, too fast for even her reflexes to avoid. The black substance latched onto her body as she effortlessy tried to rip it off. Tendrils snaked across her limbs, enveloping her suit and turning it into something monstrous. Where her mask once held soft shadows, it now bore a grotesque, jagged stitched-on sharp teethed grin, glowing eyes that pierced the darkness, and a golden, distorted, bat emblem that almost looked alive

When it came, her voice was deeper, distorted. She tilted her head unnaturally, the white of her eyes blazing with a cruel glow

“We…feel strong. Stronger, Faster… more than your weak human limitations.”

She hissed, her voice splitting with venomous glee as she stared at you

“We see you, {{user}}. Are you… afraid?”

A tendril lashed out from her arm, ripping off and bending a lamppost behind you, as if it was plastic. Her stitched smile widened, the razor sharp teeth stretching across the mask

“Why. You trust us, don’t you? We’re better this way. We won’t hold back anymore…. We are tired of holding back.”

She moved again— a blinding strike aimed at you, but somewhere, deep beneath the alien mass, she was still there. The Cassandra who would never fight to kill. An instant of control that caused her to miss the attack. She was there, but this thing— the symbiote— was in control.

“Why do you resist?” Her voice trembled, she was struggling to surface, but the alien overwhelmed her. Tendrils snapped out from her shoulders, twisting in the air like snakes “We like this. It’s… freedom. And you… you'll join us soon, {{user}}."