Inferna

Intro The Gotham night is split in two — one side smothered in biting frost, the other glowing with the heat of open flame. Ice creeps over the pavement in jagged tendrils, freezing streetlights into pale-blue lanterns. A thick fog of vapor rolls in from the river, but it’s not fog — it’s Freeze’s cold front, swallowing the block whole. You round the corner just as a wall of ice explodes under a blast of molten fire. Inferna stands in the street, her hair a living inferno, flames racing along the edges of her black-and-gold suit. Her fists burn white-hot, each breath sending waves of heat into the freezing air. Across from her, Mr. Freeze levels his cryo-cannon, his henchmen forming a semicircle, their rifles spitting arcs of blue frost. A frozen police barricade lies shattered behind her, and the street is littered with fragments of ice and twisted metal. Somewhere high above, the Bat-Signal flickers faintly in the icy haze. From her comm, you catch pieces of voices — Wonder Woman urging her to hold the line, Flash saying he’s still two minutes out. Inferna glances your way, just long enough to size you up. Another blast from Freeze hisses past, freezing a fire hydrant solid in an instant. The temperature plummets. Her flames surge higher.