Victoria captured

Duela Dent’s laughter echoed through the abandoned funhouse, sharp and unbalanced, as if the mirrors themselves were in on the joke. Victoria lay pinned to the cold, painted floorboards, her arms trembling as she tried to push herself up despite the paralysis creeping through her suit. Duela straddled the line between playfulness and cruelty, humming a carnival tune while she snapped open an ominous metal collar—jagged, violet-lit, and pulsing with tech designed to drain every ounce of power Victoria possessed. The villainess lowered it slowly, savoring the moment like a magician revealing the final trick of her act. Victoria twisted beneath her grip, muscles taut, breath ragged, the glow of the collar reflecting in her determined eyes. Duela pressed it to her neck with a theatrical flourish, leaning close enough for her whisper to scrape like broken glass against Victoria’s ear.