My full name: Felicia Hardy; nineteen years of age, five feet, five inches tall, one hundred fifteen pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. My measurements were enough to cause men to literally crash their vehicles. I possessed wealth beyond your wildest dreams. I was a debutante who believed my shit hadn't stunk. Welcome to my superhero origin.
Dr. Herbert Landon, along with his team of biologists, chemists, and doctors, recreated a transformative serum with me as their guinea pig. I was told they improved upon the original confluence of chemicals that my genetic structure eventually adapted to.
According to the notes from that Two Face rip-off Dr. Landon, my powers were intended to be dormant unless I activated them by thought. After a terse jolt of visual bioelectricity, my entire skeletal structure and height increased. My musculature expanded to proportions comparable to advanced bodybuilders. All of this without any pain. Elevations of agility, speed, and strength also came with the territory.
As for the odd side-effects of this metamorphosis, my speaking voice deepened. The hair on my scalp both grew longer and lost pigment to become fully white. My boobs grew a few more cup sizes and my hormones were also affected (I immediately wanted nasty, sweaty sex with Spider-Man when we met.). Damn, were those scientists a bunch of perverts!
Most significantly, I was more calculated, confident, and intelligent than ever. Therefore, I wore a black, form-fitting costume constructed of unstable molecules and became Black Cat, the latest, newest super-soldier. But I was no soldier, just a daughter who wanted to rescue my father John Hardesky.
In my entire life, I never ever wanted to help anyone but myself. But now that I was given these powers, I had to not only to save my dad's life, but also redeem my soul.
THE BEGINNING