I present to you, a story of villainy and betrayal but with some kickass costumes and badassery, you can't help but laugh. Wow I cannot believe how cheesy that came out, oh well. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I pretty much own this chapter apart from certain things, but everything from the next chapter on I don't.


That was it. The last chord struck as the singer held onto the note for the final seconds of the song. Their sold out gig in Gotham city was over. With a quick flip of her head to get her long hair out of her face, the singer blew a kiss to the audience then said goodbye. The remaining band members of Ninjasaurus were doing various things like throwing their drum sticks and plectrums or high fiving the crowd.

Asha Rothstein; the lead singer, bassist and only female in the band was feeling sick and just wanted to get off stage. Ever since arriving in Gotham two days ago she could feel eyes on her all the time.

Asha blurred through her post concert actions, even getting in the van and arriving at the hotel. Soon she was alone with her luggage, standing by the empty van. The rest of the band and crew had checked into the hotel but for some reason, she remained outside. After snapping out of her trance, Asha saw something in the corner of her eye; it was a flash of yellow.

Letting curiosity take over her, Asha followed the silhouette down the alley, leaving her suitcase by the van. When she got into the alley she hid behind a bin while the figure lifted their hand to their face,

"Robin, there's a bank robbery, yeah...Mister Freeze, yeah... I know. I'll be there soon, meet me there." The figure said.

Asha heard a malicious giggle from behind her, and then felt a hand grab her arm. She let out a quick shriek then wrenched her arm from the attackers grasp. She ran through the alleyway and out onto the main road. She saw the figure from earlier climbing into a strange looking car. She ran toward the car whilst screaming for help. Even though the person hadn't even shut the door when she screamed they still started the engine and drove away. Tears swelled in Asha's blue eyes and she stopped running for the briefest second, shocked that the person had blatantly ignored her cry for help.

In the brief second that she had stopped running she felt something sharp stab her in the neck. Next thing she knows, she's on the floor and she can hear the malicious laughter of her kidnapper.


Asha Rothstein awoke on the floor in a cold, windowless cell. She refused to panic or scream to be let out. She sat on the hard bed provided, facing the door with her arms folded. Asha sat in that position until a short man in a white lab coat walked through the door. His balding head was dropped as he looked at a clipboard.

"Asha, I will be taking you to lab 4 now. Please don't attack me because you will be taken down." The balding man looked over his shoulder at the two huge men waiting outside. Asha continued her cold expression.

When the lab guy wasn't looking, Asha slipped a hand underneath her shirt then under the small pillow on her bed. It was a pocket knife. She was mentally kicking herself for not using it earlier, and then she wouldn't be in this mess. Asha always kept the personal pen knife on her, conveniently inside her bra so that if this ever happened, it wouldn't be discovered on purpose. She stood up and went with the lab guy and the huge bodyguards. Asha was led to a sterile white room. There were two female scientists and four male scientists.

The two female scientists led her into another room where they changed her into a hospital gown. Then, Asha was led into another room where they tried to shave her head. After thrashing and hitting a few people in the face, Asha was sedated and soon enough, bald. Due to her limbs being affected by the sedative she was then carried back into the sterile room with the balding man.

"Hello Asha my name is Professor Smith. You have been chosen to be a subject of evolution. Now you weren't picked at random. Your parents are two famous scientists are they not? One of DNA and the other of Reptile biology. They made a discovery recently. They managed to splice the DNA of a human with that of a snake. Now they did it so that the snake got subtle human qualities, small limb like appendages started growing on its body, sadly the snake died soon after." He paused and took a breath.

"What we want to do is take the DNA of multiple snakes and merge it with yours. We tried and failed to do it with random test subjects so it was concluded that we needed your fathers DNA or better yet the DNA of his vulnerable little Asha. So here we are. Firstly we will test your brain to see if you will survive the DNA shots then we will proceed with the merging, Goodnight little Asha." And that was it, nothing but darkness and pain.


My name is Asha Rothstein. I am seventeen years old. Whenever anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, what I replied with was 'a singer'. I was a singer in a rock band. But that all changed when one person ignored my cry for help and I was broken beyond repair.

If you asked me what I wanted to be now I would say 'The one to break Batman beyond repair'.


After the whole speech about the DNA I was knocked out. From what they told me when I woke up a week later, they had stuck receptors through my skull into my brain where they measured certain elements of my being. They then did this over and over, shaving my head, knocking me out and me waking up a week later. After five weeks they stopped shaving my head and instead strapped me to a table while they injected a special concoction of different snakes' DNA into me bloodstream while a special chemical would merge it with my own human DNA.

That process I was kept awake for. Let me put it this way, it burned hotter than hell itself. This lasted for seven months.

During these seven months I started changing. First was my eyesight. It didn't get worse like they thought it would, it actually allowed me to see incredibly well in the dark. Next was my ability to feel vibrations. By standing barefoot in my cell I am able to tell how many people are on the same floor as me and sometimes even on other floors. Next, with my eyes closed I can see a person's body heat in my mind. There were other things to do with my senses but they are tedious to mention.

Next, my fangs grew. When not in use they stay sheathed on the roof of my mouth but if I open my mouth too wide they swing down between specially crafted gaps between my canines and my front teeth. Venom followed soon after the fangs. My venom was made up of a mixture of Nero-toxins, which attacked the central nervous system, Hemotoxins, which prevent clotting, causing massive internal bleeding and all the other toxins that make up different snakes' venom. This made my venom 100% deadly. I also gained the ability to spit my wondrous venom into the eyes of enemies with deadly accuracy, much like a spitting cobra.

It wasn't until the sixth month that I began to physically change. First it was my eyes. They changed from being a deep blue to being a mixture of green and orange and beige. The iris grew larger and almost took over the white sclera, which now is only in the corners of my eyes. My pupils are slits but are still somewhat round.

Then I woke up one morning and I was extremely flexible, like I was able to pretzel myself flexible.

Toward the seventh month I began developing skin coloured scales on the backs of my hands.

That moment ladies and gentlemen was the moment I decided to escape. How was I ever supposed to live a normal life if I was covered in scales? I had planned it all. I would do it when they take me for my next injection.

They didn't know I was able to spit my venom. Before leaving I would take note of how many people were on this floor and the next if I could.

Then I would take out the thugs escorting me and swipe their key cards. The rest was a mystery.

What I do know though is that if they catch me, I'm going to kill myself, one way or another.


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