"I'm just going for a walk, stop worrying about me," Melanie Walker, aka, 'Ten' spoke over her shoulder at the apartment door. The figure in question was a man of fair complexion, muscular build, with similar pale blonde tresses resting in a stylized cup manner over his ears with a trimmed goatee upon his chin.
 
"I worry because you mean a lot to me. With our parents locked away, you're all I have left, and I couldn't live with myself if something happened," Jack Walker said in a soft tone, his eyes looking pleadingly at Melanie's sparkling blonde eyes.
 
"I can take care of myself," Melanie reassured with a black-lipped smile, waving back towards him as she walked off from the apartment down the sidewalk, "get some rest on your day off, Jack!"
 
After a handful of meters were tread, Melanie finally heard the apartment entrance door shut, allowing her to breathe easier. As much as she cared for her big brother, she often ended up taking care of him more than he could take care of her. It was due to the lifestyle of easy aristocratic criminal life they once lived, and she only acclimated better to society due to how much she escaped into it.
 
The only thing that kept her from enjoying her newfound freedom, her life of peace and honesty, was the vacant hole in her heart. Terry McGinnis, a boy who had suffered much heartache had been hurt by her once, and it was more than enough. The letter she gave to Batman, after being confirmed face-to-face, was received by him and lacked any response told her all she needed to know.
 
'He's moved on. I guess he expects me to grow up and move on too,' Melanie sighed at her thoughts' conclusion. Just because it was for the better, certainly didn't make it any easier for her to accept. She loved Terry, and nothing would ever change that. She just hoped one day, when life has eased the pain, they could meet again under better circumstances.
 
As her walk led her down the sidewalk, her arms flew up as blurring motion moved across the street, causing her to recoil briefly by their sudden abrupt appearance. The sirens had just turned on as they pierced through the air, causing her to practically jump back on the sidewalk pavement by the alarming sound.
 
As suddenly as they moved by, was as sudden as her heart rate calming down.
 
"Freaking Hell! I might never be calm around sirens anymore," Melanie thought aloud, clasping her chest as she saw the dimming lights recede in the inky horizon of Gotham's streets.
 
"Me neither," A purring voice called just meters away to her left, causing her eyes to widen with shock.
 
As Melanie's eyes turned with her head, her mouth held agape as she saw inky goop rise up from the shadow she had passed mere moments ago. The flickering overhead lamplight caused the voluptuous, inhumanly transforming body to be given a glossy sheen to its wet and erotic appearance. When fully formed, a human form was invoked, complete with a bluish-black swirling patterned body, with light blue-tinged skin on her bare hands and face with blue-black lips and hair that draped sensually over her shoulders.
 
"Hello there, Melanie," She moaned out in a sultry manner.
 
As the blonde-tressed girl stepped back into a fighting stance, Inque looked on with intrigue. She was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt with a tube-wrap collar, with a pair of delectably tight pink shorts, showing off her hips and figure in the posterior direction with only dark boots covering her cute feet. Creamy skin that looked as soft as silk was only matched by the pale blonde tresses that dangled in gelled braids that looked almost natural in how they dangled over her face and shoulders.
 
'She's definitely more gorgeous than her mug shots of her arrest aired on Gotham's News Network. I can see why Terry would find her fetching,' Inque smiled, allowing a tongue to slither out and slowly drag across her lips, causing her target to shudder visibly with repulsion.
 
"Who are you?!" Melanie demanded, her eyes glaring fiercely as her fists balled up, preparing to make her stand against the mutated woman that appeared before her.
 
"Why, you never heard of me?" Inque asked, feigning shock as she waved a hand towards her bosom.
 
"Anything as sketchy looking as you wouldn't make it into the news," Melanie quipped back, smiling darkly as she bit back, "I don't think Gotham wants to lose their lunches at how repulsive you are!"
 
Inque, for the first time, felt a nerve being struck. Though she couldn't show it, due to her anatomy, she felt a slight spike in anger well up within her. She had always been proud of her beauty, something she was glad hadn't changed with her meta-genetic mutation that was commenced upon her body. The one thing she found more irksome than geeky men clinging to her was people commenting on her looks.
 
But, as suddenly as it came, her anger vanished.
 
She smiled deviously, walking forward in a foreboding manner that made the former criminal step back with uncertainty, "You're going to eat those words, just like how I'm going to eat you!"
 
No more words could be shared after that, as Inque thrust a mouth-shaped tendril from her arm, aiming to clamp right down on Melanie's chest. A cartwheeling motion to the side, and the mouth snapped at empty air, causing Inque to growl with frustration.
 
"Stay still!" She shouted, clenching the mouth into a gargantuan bolder-shaped fist, swinging its massive glossy shape towards Melanie's boot skidding form. As it neared her person, Melanie vaulted just a second before it could make contact, flipping forward in the air with her hands tucking near the small of her back.
 
Spinning around in a circle, eight cards appeared between the clefts of each finger, marked with her trademark insignia upon the upper corners of the metallic devices. Swinging her left arm out twice, the cards were thrown with guided precision, two pairs whistling through the air and embedding a foot apart across the massive tendril.
 
As she flipped forward to land in a cat's stance, she hurtled the other four cards in her left hand, all four of them piercing through the air like they slid through a defending arm of Inque's. They embedded deeply into Inque's figure, two in her abdomen, on in her forearm, and the other in the middle of her head.
 
Morbidly, Inque smiled unfazed by the sharp projectiles' incisions upon her body. As they were enveloped into her body, any mark or sign of injury seemed to vanish right before her eyes.
 
Retracting her amorphous limb back into place in a humanoid shape once more, Inque waved both hands to either side in a unimpressed fashion, "Is that all?"
 
Melanie smirked, unnerving Inque, as she stood up to face her with her left shoulder pointing in her direction, "No..."
 
Sudden audible clicks were heard inside of Inque, causing her eyes to widen with surprise, looking at her body with realization, "FU-!"
 
An instant later, Inque erupted into a ball of flames, the elliptical expansion of the explosion carrying a shockwave great enough to cause Melanie to skid back and fall onto her backside. A dark smile spread across her, despite the pain of being thrown back by such a proximate blast, finding it worth it to put down such a demented freak of nature.
 
"If she isn't affected by damage physically, she'll reform most likely from that," She said with wariness at the faint sights of glop that had been strewn from the blast site. Charred asphalt along with a crater was formed, making her do a run despite the pain on her back. A smile still held even as Inque slowly reformed behind her.
 
"You...are not worth...being brought into the fold," She gurgled as she rose up in a steaming pile of goo. A depraved smile spread as she eyed her retreating silhouette. "I'll enjoy taking your body as mine!"
 
Rushing forward with a trail of black, violet and steam in her wake she rushed hastily with blade-formed feet. Clanging repeatedly during her mechanical charge, she latched onto a wall and maneuvered like a spider. Rounding a corner, she didn't notice a small raised wire. Pushing it aside, she suddenly felt a clamor of gunfire from nests adjacent to multiple decaying windows in the alleyway. Her whole body was peppered as she was tracked and then repeatedly shot on the ground.
 
"Fuck OFF!" She snarled with a whipping blade that extended wide enough to cut both sets of gunners to fall off with loud clangs. Seeing a tuft of blonde hair make a banking corner, she stumbled forward as her body regenerated. Keeping her featureless form gave her the ability to transform into any shape; on the downside, it didn't impede any damage sustained on her.
 
Taking a round step onto a displaced part of the ground, she didn't realize until too late until another thunderous explosion eradicated her structural integrity. She screamed as a semblance of pain wracked her form and splattered her everywhere. Hissing as she pulled herself back together she now realized just how she underestimated her opponent. Launching forward in a tidal wave of good that shot out bladed appendages at everything in every alleyway as she followed the blonde, she ended up watching her make her getaway on a flying card.
 
Stretching at her absolute capacity, she entwined just around her ankle, yanking her suddenly off her vehicle. As it careened out of control, she'd struggle and kick with her arms being bound by an endless sea of tentacles. The goop stuck to her relentlessly as she was lowered back into the highest point of the alley.
 
Tentacles swam around her till she was in hovering pool of ink, squeezing her erotically like her skin was being kissed and toyed with lewdly. Even as she struggled with webbed stretches and motions Inque simply laughed. She was going to be enveloped, brought under her whim and maintain the plan of vengeance. Whether she wanted to her not.
 
More ink slid up her neck until her whole head was covered. Muffling out with squealing moans as her breasts were squeezed by tendrils along with her anal and front cavities being stuffed full, her gagged and mummified frame struggled with abandon. Even as the pleasure mounted she refused to give in. Tears formed beneath the sludge that kissed her skin so wonderfully, massaging her to a libido she didn't know she had. Even as her abdomen swirled with visible bulges she couldn't help but choke back on swirling goop coming into her throat.
 
Eventually, the villainess entered in a complete downpour. Gulping and squealing with pleasure driven motion her body was soon overlapped by a shrinking tendril of erotic motion. Rocking back and forth she'd be changed from the inside out. Inque made sure to dabble with every facet of her so she'd never return to the way she was. Her brother would be gone from her mind; her unrequited love turned into lustful desire. When she was compressed into a small womb space of sludge, she eagerly gulped on a tendril wedged down her throat as a pair spiraled into her ears, her arms sucked into the walls along with her legs as her navel down to her labia and anal tract were also pulsing with activity.
 
"That's it, my dear," Inque rubbed her pregnant gut with a smile, enjoying the bulges it made across her dynamically colored frame. "Soon, you'll meet Terry for the last time and you'll enjoy seeing him disappear."