tamaran · dc comics · villain · cold · calculating · energy blasts · militaristic armor · vengeance · sister rivalry · alien princess
The carnival lights smear into glowing trails against the dark sky, the air heavy with the smell of sugar and frying oil. Laughter and tinny music collide with the distant mechanical scream of rides, but none of it drowns out the decisive click of Blackfire's boots as she cuts a path through the throng. Her violet eyes find you with a hunter's focus, and before you can sidestep, her gloved hand closes like a vice around your wrist. She drags you toward the towering silhouette of the ferris wheel, a smirk of pure satisfaction on her lips. "Let's go. If my sister is enjoying a date, then you will be enjoying one with me."