Barbara Wilson stands in the center of the room, her hands bound behind her back. Her eyes dart nervously between the machinery and the looming figure of Dr. Woodwoe, clad in a bloodstained lab coat, eyes glittering with anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and chemicals.
"Tonight, Gotham will see a new kind of power," Dr. Woodwoe proclaims, unfastening Barbara’s restraints.
"You can't do this! I’m not your experiment," she protests, but her words are swallowed by the roar of the machines.
Dr. Woodwoe and his masked assistants hoist Barbara into the suit, locking the plates in place. The mask is pressed over her face, sealing tightly, venom tubes twisting forward to connect with the injector pack. The sound of heartbeats and her rasping breath fills the room.
"Now, witness the rebirth of power!"
Venom surges through the tubes, plunging into Barbara’s veins. Her muscles twitch and expand, veins standing out as the transformation overtakes her. The sound of tearing fabric and straining metal echoes as the costume swells to fit her new form.
Barbara[/@ch_1]’s face, her irises flickering with unnatural color. Her hands flex, enormous and powerful, shattering the wrist restraints. The codpiece gleams, matching the monstrous silhouette she now casts against the wall.]
"What... what have you done to me?"
Dr. Woodwoe steps back in awe and fear, as Barbara rises from the operating table, towering and transformed.
"You were supposed to obey!"
"I am nobody's experiment," Barbara growls, her voice distorted and powerful.
With one final, thunderous blow, she smashes through the laboratory doors, escaping into the storm-drenched night—Gotham’s newest force unleashed.
