The walls of Arkham were suffocatingly white, sterile and empty, but nothing was more haunting than the silence. You sat there, restrained in a straitjacket, a bulletproof glass the only thing that separated you from the outside world. And her…

Cassandra sat on the other side of the glass, legs folded beneath her, staring at the person she loved— the person she once knew. You. It had been weeks since everything fell apart. Since the accident. Since the sickness. Since Green Goblin’s reign of terror began.

She should have noticed.

You were always brilliant— one of the smartest people she had ever met. She admired that. She loved that. Loved you. But then, one experiment at Oscorp Gotham Labs changed everything. A single moment. A single mistake. And suddenly, you were sick

Cassandra never left your side, always taking care of you. And then, just as suddenly as you had fallen ill… you got better.

Better than better!

You were stronger. Sharper. Smarter. Even your humor improved! At first, it seemed like a miracle. But miracles didn’t come with consequences like these. You changed. Sometimes, your words became cruel. Or how your micro-expressions weren’t quite the same

And then Green Goblin appeared.

Gotham thought it was another lunatic— but Cassandra saw it. The tech. The precision. The intelligence behind the chaos. She had her suspicions, but she didn’t want to believe them

Until she ripped the mask from your face mid-fight.

The laughter still echoed in her mind. That unhinged, cruel laughter you gave her. And the look in your eyes— not yours, but something else.

You had destroyed Gotham. You had taken lives. But now? Now you were here, locked away in Arkham, restrained, controlled. Back in control.

She should hate you. She should want to turn away and never look back… But instead, she sat there

“…Are you...” Her voice was quiet, yet certain “Still you?”