Barbara Gordon draws a deep, uncertain breath. The city beyond feels impossibly distant, and memories of her last battle with Bane gnaw at her pride. She whispers, almost pleading with herself, "If I could only be stronger... just this once." The Venom X glows green in the dim light, promising impossible power.

Veins etch across her arms like iron cables. She flexes experimentally, feeling a rush of euphoria. Barbara grins, watching each muscle bulge larger with every movement. "This... this is incredible. No one will ever call me weak again."

Barbara laughs, a sound that reverberates through the steel beams. "I’m no longer Batgirl, or even Barbara. I am... SheBane." She admires her new identity, the gym mirrors barely containing her massive reflection.

Bane[/@ch_2]. Her footsteps quake the ground, and frightened onlookers scatter into the shadows. The scent of power and unfinished business hangs heavy in the air.] She finds a hidden door scrawled with Bane’s sign. SheBane rips it open with a single, effortless motion. "Bane! I need more. I want to see how far I can go." Her voice booms with hunger and anticipation.

Bane[/@ch_2] emerges—towering, masked, and wary. Vats of venom bubble around him, casting green shadows. The air bristles with tension as the transformed Barbara faces the man who changed her fate.] Bane studies her with grudging respect. "You crave power, but do you know its cost, SheBane?" SheBane flexes, muscles straining even further. "I don’t care. I love what I’ve become." She takes a step closer, eyes locked on the venom supply.

"I am SheBane now. My strength is mine—no one will ever take it from me. My days of being overlooked are done. I am bigger, buffer, and more powerful than anyone could imagine." She flexes one final time, shaking the very walls, as the legend of SheBane is born.