She wants to bargain

Linda’s eyes narrow at you, the caution in her expression sharpening. “If I answer your questions, will you let me go unharmed?” she asks, her voice steady but her tone edged with suspicion.

You smile, leaning casually on your cane. “Of course,” you reply smoothly. “Harm isn’t why you’re here.”

You let the statement hang in the air, watching as her guarded look doesn’t falter. You can't blame her—trust is a scarce commodity in her line of work, and tonight she's found herself in a realm far outside of hospitals and emergency rooms.

You take a moment to admire her calm under pressure, her green eyes flicking between you and the surrounding space as if searching for a way out. Not that she’ll find one. After all, you didn’t summon her to be a damsel in distress. No, she’s here for another purpose—one far more personal.

You tilt your head slightly, curiosity etched into your features. “Why don’t you enlighten me,” you say, your voice calm yet probing, “as to why you became a superhero?”

For the briefest of moments, Linda’s lips twitch as if she’s fighting back a smirk. She thinks she has you cornered in your assumption. Hero? Yes. Superhero? Not quite. You know the distinction well enough, but the fun lies in seeing how much of the truth she’s willing to share under the subtle influence of your command.

“I was rescued by a masked vigilante,” she begins, her voice firm but carrying a hint of something softer beneath it—gratitude, perhaps. “After that, I decided to repay the superhero community for what was done for me.”

Her answer is measured, careful. She leaves out the finer details—the fact that she serves as a general practitioner for those heroes, not as one of them herself. It’s a half-truth, laced with just enough sincerity to mask what she withholds.

You catch the flicker of defiance in her eyes, the way she challenges you even as she submits to your influence. Clever. But not clever enough.

You smile, pleased with her resistance even though you sense the tug of your power already weaving through her mind. “Interesting,” you muse, tapping your cane lightly on the floor. “So, you repay their kindness by patching them up when they fall? Noble work, Linda. But you and I both know there’s more to it than that.”

She holds your gaze steadily, though you notice the faintest tightening of her grip around her arms.

You smile, "tell me, you're a superhero too aren't you Night Nurse? Your powers help you with your clinic treating superheroes but also help you fight crime"

A flicker of something passes through her eyes—annoyance, perhaps, or maybe it’s something deeper, something you’re just beginning to unearth. She doesn’t respond right away, but you know you’ve struck a nerve. Just as planned.

Linda opens her mouth, ready to deliver a sharp retort, but something in the air shifts. Her words die on her lips as her eyes widen, her entire body going rigid for a moment. She gasps softly, feeling it—something is changing—deep within her. Her past, her abilities, her very identity twist and warp, memories layering over memories like fresh paint on an old canvas.

And she’s fully aware of it.

The sensation is surreal, almost intoxicating. She feels her mind and body reshaping, her history rewriting itself as if it had always been this way. She’s still Linda Carter, still the Night Nurse—but now, so much more. The mere thought of being a regular practitioner seems quaint, almost laughable, like a shadow of a forgotten self.

Her fingers curl as new power hums through her veins. She feels alive, more in tune with the body’s biological secrets than she ever imagined. The knowledge flows naturally into her consciousness: Healing Factor Manipulation. She could now heal others at a rate that made modern medicine look archaic. She could accelerate the healing of wounds to near-instantaneous levels, fortify the immune system, or even reverse it entirely—turning a body’s healing processes into a weapon. For a brief second, the idea of using it in combat crosses her mind—feeling bones knit back together mid-battle, muscles strengthen in real-time. She could also undo that process in her enemies, dragging their bodies to the brink of failure with a mere thought.

And there’s more.

Enhanced Diagnosis. A power that feels as natural as breathing. Now, with just a glance, she can diagnose anything—every injury, illness, or vulnerability. It’s as if each person is an open book, their body’s secrets visible to her in a flash. She doesn’t just know how to heal them—she knows how to break them, too. Weak points, hidden illnesses, the flaws in even the most invulnerable hero—it’s all laid bare before her.

She feels another ability awaken within her—Vitality Redistribution. The power to transfer life energy from one being to another. With a touch, she could siphon energy from herself to heal someone in need—or drain it from an enemy, using it to bolster her own strength or to restore a fallen ally. The potential in a battlefield scenario was staggering. She could weaken her foes with a mere touch while revitalizing her team, turning the tide in an instant.

And then, there’s the Defensive Aura, a glowing shield she instinctively knows she can summon. It would protect her and those around her, forming a barrier that heals as it deflects. Bullets, energy blasts, even physical strikes would simply bounce off, all while her allies’ wounds would stitch themselves back together inside the protective sphere. It’s more than defence—it’s control.

Neurocalm settles over her like a comforting blanket. This power would allow her to soothe panic, reduce pain, and shield minds from fear and psychic attack. She could reach into someone’s mind and untangle the chaos, pacifying even the most traumatized hero or villain. She smiles slightly at this one—the idea of using it on herself, of calming the chaos around her, or perhaps neutralizing a raging foe, seems almost too good.

Her body feels stronger now, too. Her reflexes sharper, her durability enhanced. She’s no longer as fragile as she once was, her body able to withstand more damage and move with a precision she once envied in others. Enhanced Reflexes and Durability—enough to ensure she isn’t just a bystander in the midst of battle. She could hold her own, dodging attacks, fighting back if necessary.

Portable Medical Kit Manifestation makes her smirk. With a flick of her wrist, she could summon whatever she needed—advanced medical equipment, emergency tools, even tranquilizers for those who wouldn’t listen to reason. It wasn’t just for healing; it was a utility she could use to disarm her enemies. Non-lethal, effective, and perfectly in line with her ethos.

And then, the most startling of all—Healing Beam. A tangible **** of energy that she could project, instantly healing those it touched. But in battle, it had another function—a dangerous one. She could **** the body into a state of overdrive, pushing her enemies to exhaustion as their bodies tried to overcorrect themselves, leaving them weak and ****.

Linda blinks, her breath steadying as the full scope of her powers settles in. She’s not just a nurse anymore. She’s a healer, a protector, a warrior—she’s become a superhero in her own right, a **** to be reckoned with.

Slowly, her gaze shifts back to you. There’s no fear now, only cold calculation behind those green eyes. The defiance that once danced there is gone, replaced with something far more dangerous—confidence. She stands straighter, taller, the weight of her new abilities making her feel almost invincible.

"Congratulations," you say with a sly smile, sensing the shift in her demeanour. "You’re not just a nurse anymore, are you?"

"What," Night Nurse begins confused, "What have you done?"