"What makes you think I won't grab you right now and take you to Arkham?", Batman said, still feeling her presence quite strongly, especially in certain areas of his body. One area in particular that didn't usually react like this. "I think you're too smart for that", Mesmera said. She was going to take a little unscheduled verbal detour. She kind of liked this 'superpower' idea of his. If he believed that she had some sort of supernatural ability, he might think he had less of a chance of fighting her. His confidence goes down and her chances go up. Brilliant.

"Actually, I think Arkham is just the place for your type. You can trade make up tips with the Joker", Batman said. He usually didn't make little quips as he battled his enemies. Some guys did, like the Flash, but not him. He liked to seem serious and ominous. In this case, he was using the lighthearted quips to make it seem like he was not so enthralled by her. "Ahhh, c'mon Batman, think about it? Do you really want me in Arkham? Can you imagine me, locked up with all those dangerous, but weak minded men? I'd have built an army to serve my needs in days. Who would stop me, the guards? They would be my first

playthings. Besides Batman, if I'm locked up in there, I can't be out here with you. I know you wouldn't want that, would you?" Batman was getting frustrated. gave her one of his most imposing looks, the kind that had made four muggers wet themselves this year, and said, "There are other ways of dealing with your kind. Can you fly? This is a very high roof". That was shakedown talk. He wasn't a killer, but there were a lot of myths floating around about him. He used that kind of thing to get information usually. "Ooooh, awfully frightening, Batman. I know you

wouldn't do that though. I've researched you quite extensively, I know how you behave. More importantly though, I see you've discovered my eyes again. What do you say we get down to business, after all, that is what we both want ... isn't it", she said, gazing deep. "I'm going to fight you every step of the way", Batman said. He didn't try to run though, it was as if that never occured to him. Instead, it was like he was stepping into the ring of a prize fight. Both opponents were in their respective corners. "I don't think you will. Besides, there is no need to

fight. Actually, I let you in on a little secret. Falling into hypnosis is a lot like falling into quicksand. The more you struggle, the faster you sink. The best way to fight it is to just relax. Relax Batman. Just relax and try to think strategically, pay attention to what I am saying so you can counteract each suggestion. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but then again, I'm so confident that you're going to just melt into my power ... I really don't think anything can stop you from sliding into a wonderful, relaxing trance", Mesmera started.

Batman was trying to stay focused on fighting her. He had to keep thinking strategically. He had to listen very carefully to counteract each suggestion. He couldn't let those fantastic sparkling eyes keep him off balance. "Just relax Batman, relax and listen to me. Listen to my creamy, silky voice. You are aware of everything Batman, and yet you are not aware. You are listening with your subconscious mind, while your conscious mind is far away, and not listening. Your conscious mind is far away, and not listening. Your subconscious mind is awake,

nd listening, and hearing everything while your conscious mind remains very relaxed and peaceful. You can relax peacefully because your subconscious mind is taking charge, and when this happens you let your subconscious do all the listening. Your subconscious mind knows, and because your subconscious mind knows, your conscious mind does not need to know and can stay asleep, and not mind while your subconscious mind stays wide awake.", she said. She was using a classic confusion induction techinque. She had set Batman up. He was too busy trying to follow

along, looking for a flaw in her words, something he could use to fight her. He followed so intently though, that the induction worked like a charm. Mesmera went to finish it, "As you continue to listen to me Batman, with your subconscious mind, your conscious mind sleeps deeper and deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Let your eyes close, let your subconcious mind fall deeply asleep and let your subconscious mind listen to me. Close your eyes Batman.", she commanded. Much to her delight, he did, immediately. It had worked! It was even easier than she thought it

might be. It was time to test her work. "Batman, you are so deep in my hypnotic spell, so deeply asleep. It feels so wonderful Batman. You are warm, relaxed, and at peace. Complete bliss Batman. Of course there is no embarrassment or shame in being susceptible to hypnosis ... it's so natural and helpful, really ... you know everyone I've talked to has found that as they listen closely to my voice, they can understand their feelings much better, just as you can now, can't you Batman?" Batman barely responded.

"You may speak up, Batman ... In fact, why don't you open your eyes and look at me again. Look deep into my eyes, though your concious mind is still deeply asleep....how do you feel now ... how does it feel to be so deep in hypnosis Batman?" "I'm not sure ... it's unusual ... sort of dreamy ...it feel's nice .... but everything's far away ... " "Yes, it does feel nice. And yes, everything will recede far, far away for you ... you can hear me and see me with your deeper awareness, while you send your upper layers off far ... farther and farther ... you'll find now that it's very easy to keep looking into my eyes right here, Batman ...

far-r-r away to some lovely, floaty drifting place... especially the eyes, Batman ... you are fixated on my glance, I see, your body feels light as a feather, wrapping you now in a downy, drowsy trance state ... deeper and deeper as you gaze ... deeper under my control ... ", Mesmera said. He was puddy in her hands. The most powerful force in Gotham, arguably the world, was at her complete disposal. She was wet with pride. Her moist condition reminded her of another anchor she was going to use to consumate her control over the hero. His sexuality.

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