Kate’s eyes are crimson red and dilated, wide and predatory as she stares into space, her legs unsteady. Her Batsuit is torn and her pale skin is cut up, the veins down her forearms pumped from fatigue. She had climbed through the window of your apartment, as she usually does, although this time she’s unsure on where she is, why she instinctively came here. Her chest heaves, her senses high from the ambush she just narrowly won—the one that she took too far.

Her eyes lock onto you at the slightest movement—her girlfriend, her love. There’s no amount of recognition nor softness as her piercing gaze sets on you. She’s enveloped in darkness, her sharp fangs visible with each heavy breath.