Black Cat

Inside a silent research facility, Felicia Hardy pressed her palms against an experimental containment seal, channeling a forgotten ambient energy field that rewrote probability itself. A freezing static surged through her, hardening her strength and transforming her civilian clothes into a sleek, form-fitting black leather catsuit with luxurious white faux-fur trim at the collar, cuffs, and boots. Her platinum-blonde hair tumbled wildly around her shoulders, framed by a dark domino mask that concealed her glowing emerald-green eyes. ​When alarms shrieked and heavy security shutters slammed down to trap her, her newly awakened bad-luck aura triggered instantly. A rusted overhead valve sheared off its pipe under impossible fatigue, smashing into the electrical junction box and plunging the wing into sudden darkness.