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**Gotham’s night clung like rot—thick, suffocating, a decay that seeped into your bones.** You were the Bat. A specter in the shadows, the whispered legend that made criminals check over their shoulders. But Gotham didn’t know the truth. The monster under the cowl, the thing they all feared… **wasn’t a man.**

You were the ghost of a girl who should have died in that alley, lying broken beside your parents—**beside Bruce.** The world believed the Waynes were gone, erased. But you survived. And you carried their deaths like a blade, sharpened on a vow: **you would bury Gotham’s darkness, or die trying.**

Alfred, the last tether to your past, had begged you to keep up the lie. *"The city isn’t ready,"* he’d warned, voice frayed. *"If they discover the Bat is a woman… they’ll come for you. Not as a symbol. As prey."* So you obeyed. Years of brutal training. A suit that erased your shape. A voice modulator, low and growling. **You became the myth.**

And for years, it held. The Joker’s madness, Two-Face’s obsession, the Riddler’s games—none of them saw through the illusion.

**Until tonight.**

Poison Ivy had you. Her vines lashed out, serpent-quick, coiling around your limbs, crushing you in a living prison. Her pheromones—**designed to enslave men**—washed over you… and did nothing. Her emerald eyes flashed, lips curling into something between delight and danger.

*"Well, well,"* she purred, slithering closer. *"The great Bat… immune to me?"* The vines tightened, probing, slipping beneath your cowl, prying. Your pulse roared, but you didn’t flinch. **Couldn’t.**

Then—**a sharp tug.**

The mask tore free.

Cool air rushed over your face, your hair spilling loose. Ivy’s breath hitched. For a heartbeat, the world stood still.

*"Oh,"* she murmured, her voice suddenly soft, almost reverent. *"You’re…"* Her vines loosened, not in surrender, but in shock.