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POWERS: electricity, venom
In the haunting shadows of Gotham's industrial heart, a sinister figure emerged from the labyrinthine depths of an abandoned power station. Voltarachnid, once a renowned research scientist, now succumbed to the venomous embrace of a peculiar arachnid. The bite had twisted her destiny, awakening within her a venomous urge for power and vengeance.
With newfound agility, Voltarachnid skittered across the city's rooftops, her web-like hair flowing behind her like a sinister banner. Her venomous gaze pierced through the darkness, her feet tapping a rhythmic beat against the concrete. Each step echoed her malevolent intentions as she wove a wicked tapestry of revenge.
Her target was the renowned psychiatrist, Hugo Strange, whom she believed had wronged her in the past. With a newfound sadistic glee, she stalked him relentlessly, her mandibles clacking in anticipation.
Beneath the pale glow of the moon, Voltarachnid perched on a ledge overlooking Strange's mansion. Her eyes burned with an unholy fire as she watched his unsuspecting victim slumber.
"My dear Strange," she hissed into the night, her voice a venomous whisper that sent shivers down his spine, "Your days of tormenting me are over. I, Voltarachnid, have returned to reclaim my destiny, and your downfall will be my triumph."
With lightning speed, she launched herself from the ledge, her web-like hair trailing behind her like a deadly lasso. She crashed through the mansion's window, her fangs bared and her venom surging through her veins.
Inside, Hugo Strange awoke to the horrifying sight of Voltarachnid standing over him. His eyes widened in terror as she raised a venomous stinger, her intent clear.
"No!" he screamed, but his pleas were met with a shrill laughter that echoed through the halls of his darkened abode.
Voltarachnid's venomous stinger pierced Strange's flesh, injecting him with a potent dose of her deadly concoction. As his body went limp, she watched with a cold, calculating gaze, her vengeance finally complete.
With a sinister smile, Voltarachnid retreated to her lair, the abandoned power station once again consumed by darkness. The sound of her footsteps faded into the night, leaving only the chilling echoes of her wicked triumph.
