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And then there was one.
Huntress lived up to her name; I didn’t need to go looking for her, because she found me. I woke up alone in the master bedroom of the Kane mansion, with her standing over me, a crossbow trained right between my eyes.
“I know who you are and what you’ve done,” she said. “And if I feel the slightest bit dizzy, or any hint of any emotion or sensation that isn’t what I expect, well, there’s no way you can do it fast enough to keep me from pulling the trigger.”
“That’s true,” I say, “but are you really willing to kill me?”
“Yes,” she said, and I believed her. “I’m giving you one chance to come quietly, you sick bastard, or else I kill you.” Her gaze was ice cold. “Please, don’t come quietly.”
She was right. I could see how disciplined her mind was. This was someone who knew pain and fear, betrayal and despair, temptation and regret, and had overcome all of them. I couldn’t change her fast enough to keep her from pulling the trigger. So what could I do? I was going to have to surrender and hope I’d be able to get control of any guards they put over me. Assuming she didn’t think of that and kill me anyway…
There was a sudden twang as a batarang sliced neatly through the bowstring and embedded itself in the wall. Huntress and I both turned to see Kate Kane, the Batwoman, gloriously, furiously naked as she charged.
The two began exchanging blows, parrying and dodging almost faster than I could follow. “Please, Kate!” begged Huntress. “I don’t want to hurt you!”
And there it was. I reached into her mind and found it, that reluctance, that friendship, and began to strengthen it. To strengthen her loyalty, her desire to be with her friends. That was something she had no defenses against.
Her blows became slower, and soon stopped entirely, so that she was fighting purely defensively. At that point I signaled Batwoman to stop.
Huntress looked at me with hate and rage and sorrow. “You’re doing this to me,” she said. “You’re making it so that I can’t fight my friend.”
“It’s your feeling,” I said. “I’m just… encouraging it.”
“Bastard,” she snarled, backing away from Batwoman.
I reached into her head and found her determination, her courage, and cranked those up too.
“I won’t run,” she said, just as I’d hoped. “I won’t give you that satisfaction.”
“Then it seems you have an impasse,” I said. “You won’t fight. You won’t run. What other option is there.”
“I won’t surrender!” she retorted immediately, eyes on the advancing Batwoman.
“Of course not,” I said. “I’m not asking you to.”
She looked back at me, startled. “You’re not?”
Batwoman smiled. “We could still be a team,” she said. “All of us, together.”
“You’d still be the Birds of Prey,” I said. “You’d still fight crime.”
“You’re not going to have us steal for you!?” she said in shock.
“No,” I said. “Why would I care about money? The entire Kane fortune is mine to play with now. You would still live your life exactly as you did before.”
“Except that I’d be your slave!”
I shrugged. “Well, yes. But it’s not like I’ll be asking you to do anything harmful. Pretty much just fucking me whenever I want, protecting me from anyone who comes after me.”
The entire time we were talking, I was increasing her loyalty and devotion to her friends, until they were absolutely the most important thing in the world to her.
“…Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it. I’ll–I’ll be your slave. Just promise I can stay with them.”
“Deal,” I replied. “Now relax, and let your feelings flow freely…”
I meant what I said. I’m not going to make the Birds of Prey stop fighting crime. I’m not going to make the Sirens stop committing them, either. Unless I have something for them to do, they’ll all keep living their lives exactly as before.
Which means no one will have any clue that they’ve been enslaved. No Justice League pounding down my door to break up my harem.
Them, or whoever I decide to make mine next…