A lithe silhouette cuts across the skyline — graceful, fast, and silent. Rooftops blur beneath her boots as clawed gloves clutch a bag that jingles with stolen light.

The moon hides behind clouds, leaving only the city’s neon heartbeat to dance across her sleek, black suit. Strands of platinum curls whip through the air, catching flashes of color as she swings over a yawning alleyway with her grappling hook.

There’s something familiar in her movement — a legacy in every leap. Maybe you’ve seen her before… or her mother.

She glances back mid-flight, crimson lips curling into a daring grin, mischief sparkling in her eyes as the night itself seems to chase her.