Gotham City's fall into darkness

Gotham City is the home of Batman, the Dark Knight.

A city that is a melting pot of corporation, crime, suffering and exploitation. Heroes in masks and costumes are the last defenders of the weak, the last bastion against decay and the growing number of supervillains like the Joker, the clown prince of crime, Mr Freeze, the Penguin and Catwoman, who keeps changing sides. Batman is the undisputed hero of the city, but even the Dark Knight has allies, his sidekick Robin, Nightwing, Badgirl and others. But on this cold night, something old and evil awakens, bringing the city closer to ruin than ever before, or even destroying it.

The Gotham Museum had seen better days, even if the exhibitions were always of the highest quality. The shadow of the city cast a strong shadow over the building. It was late, and most of the building's lights had long been turned off.

A light still burned down in the basement. Alexa Powel worked here. She had just turned 40 and was holding a clipboard, checking several crates that had arrived today.

She had long brown hair, which she had tied into a bun with a pencil. Her white blouse was simple, and her long skirt made her look somewhat staid, which the glasses she wore perched on the tip of her nose only emphasized. She wasn't a sociable person; she preferred to spend her time here in the museum and with her artifacts.

The shipment she was inspecting came from Eastern Europe, and the artifacts had been discovered just a few weeks ago. She took an artifact out of one of the boxes, looked at the tag, and compared the number with her list on the clipboard. When she took a hand-sized clay figure of a bat or something similar out of a box, the tag was missing. She looked inside the box, but there wasn't one. She groaned, rolled her eyes, and said to herself,

"Great, this is going to cost me time again. These idiots can't even pack everything properly when they send it here."

She placed the clipboard on the edge of the box and went to her desk, placed the figure on the edge of the table, and entered the figure's description into the computer. She waited a moment, but the program was still searching, and she slumped back into her chair in frustration. Her foot hit the desk, and the small figure fell over and off the desk, shattering as it hit. Alexa looked annoyed at the shards as black smoke formed from the figure and quickly spread, forming a 2-meter-high column that was impossible to see through. Alexa stood frozen in her chair, her eyes wide open as the smoke slowly formed into the shape of a person, then took shape, and a man stood before her. He was at least 2 meters tall, wearing only tight leather pants and a muscular torso. She couldn't see his face, but it seemed to her as if his eyes glowed red, which was a stark contrast to his pale, almost white skin and his long, raven-black hair tied back in a tight ponytail. After a few seconds of shock, she collected herself and looked at him. "Who or what are you?"

The man answered, his voice dark and steady, sending goosebumps down her spine!

"Where am I and what time is it?"

Alexa looked confused but answered!

"Gotham City and it's the year 20XX. I can get help, I think that's better!"

She stood up, turned around, and reached for the phone, but before she could grab it, the man grabbed her by the neck from behind and pulled her back.

The man's hand was ice-cold, and she wanted to scream, but he pulled her toward him, and a stabbing pain shot through her body, leaving her speechless. The man gripped her tighter and ripped open her blouse, exposing her bra. He grabbed her breasts tightly.

Only then did she realize that the man had bitten her neck from behind. Blood ran down her cheeks and between her breasts, seeping into her bra. It felt like he was sucking on her neck, and she didn't understand why she didn't want to escape; instead, it was exciting her, a warmth building up inside her.

After a few minutes the man let go of her and she fell roughly to the ground. She saw the man standing over her, his mouth red with her blood and she saw fangs as her vision darkened.

She lay on the floor and began to tremble. Her hands clenched, and she twitched violently, arching her back. Her breathing became jagged, and slowly her skin turned pale. Her fingers cramped, and her fingernails began to grow and turn black. Her breasts grew larger, and she grabbed her bra and ripped it in half to give her breasts more room, exposing them and her nipples, which also turned dark and became hard and stiff. Her pelvis and buttocks grew wider, her previously thin lips fuller and darker. She opened her mouth, revealing fangs that now erupted from her jaw. A loud growl was heard, and she opened her eyes, which were now red and shimmering.

The man was still standing next to her, but apparently took no notice of her transformation. Instead, he was talking to himself and looking around the room with interest.

"Gotham City, an interesting name for a city. It smells strangely of decay and ****. I've been sitting in my dungeon for so long in 20XX. It's time to get **** on the world."