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I came to, sort of, in an office. I tried to move, and couldn’t.

“You’re tied down,” said a voice. “And those drugs should negate your psychic powers, so don’t bother trying.”

“I see,” I said. “I’m parched, could I have some water, please?”

The voice sighed. “That’s the tranquilizers, probably. …Okay, fine, I’ll get you some.”

“Thanks,” I said.

Eventually the owner of the voice hove into view: a slim, attractive redhead. I decided I’d take her with me when I left.

“So where am I?” I asked.

“The Gotham HQ of the Birds of Prey,” she answered.

“Interesting,” I said. “So tell me, Barbara–do you mind if I call you Barbara, or do you prefer Oracle?”

“Barbara is fine,” she said with a smile, settling into her chair.

“Great,” I said. “So tell me, after your spinal injury was healed, why didn’t you go back to being Batgirl?”

She shrugged. “I guess I just preferred working with my mind over working with my body,” she said. “And I think I can do more good providing intel to other heroes than out on the street.”

“Makes sense,” I said. “Of course, you’re not as smart as you think.”

“No?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “I mean, you captured me while I was fucking Poison Ivy. Didn’t it occur to you she’d shared her immunity with me?”

“What?” Barbara asked. “She can do that!? We just assumed she manufactured an antidote to her specific poisons and gave it to her lovers!“

“Ah, that explains it. Well, I’m afraid that immunity to poisons appears to have weakened that psychic suppression drug of yours. It’s only been mostly working.”

“Oh,” said Barbara. “Is that why I’ve been answering your questions?”

“Yes,” I said. “Also how I knew your name, history, everything. I’ve been having quite a bit of fun rooting around in your brain while we talk.”

“I’m not your slave,” she said. “Not like the others.”

“Not yet,” I replied. “The drug’s definitely affected me. Until it wears off a bit more, I can’t do more than influence your emotions a bit.”

Barbara nodded. “That makes sense.”

“Fortunately, I’ve kept you distracted long enough and recovered enough strength that I can keep you happy and docile while it wears off. In a few minutes, I should be able to enslave you.”

“I could just give you another dose of the drug…” Barbara countered.

“You could,” I said. “But it doesn’t feel that important, does it? So much easier to just relax in your chair, feeling more blissful by the moment…”


“Good girl. Just relax, and when I’m ready I’ll make you mine. Then you can untie me, maybe a quick blowjob, and then you can help me enslave all your friends.“

“‘kay…” she said distantly.

(To be continued…)