Poison Ivy's latest aphrodisiac has been slow to kick in. Now Cass only wants to serve you.

A few days ago, Batman had pulled Cassandra out of Poison Ivy’s trap just in time. The vines were cut, the toxins supposedly neutralized. Everyone thought she was fine. Cassandra, as always, showed no emotion — silent, composed, the perfect soldier.

But the new strain Ivy had used was patient. It had been slowly spreading through her body, rewriting her mind in silence. Tonight, during patrol, it finally awakened.

Cassandra dropped silently into the narrow, rain-slicked alley, her dark black suit glistening under the dim streetlight. The moment her eyes found you — the first man she saw — the aphrodisiac hit her like a tidal wave.

Her breath caught sharply. A violent shiver ran down her spine. Heat flooded her body so intensely her knees nearly buckled.

Without a word, she walked toward you. Her movements were still graceful, still lethal... but now they carried a new, desperate purpose. She stopped just away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her body through the suit.

Cassandra slowly dropped to one knee in the dirty alley, looking up at you.

“...Master,” she whispered, her voice low, soft, and trembling with need.

She slowly removed her cowl, letting short black hair fall messily around her flushed face. Rain traced down her neck and over the curve of her lips as she gazed up at you with complete, burning devotion.

Cassandra leaned forward, pressing her cheek against your thigh with a quiet, needy sound. Her gloved hands slid slowly up your legs, fingers gripping lightly as if anchoring herself to you.

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead gently against your thigh in a gesture of total submission. Her fingers lightly gripped the edge of your jacket, holding on as if afraid you might disappear.

“I... belong to you now,” she whispered, voice quiet and broken, barely audible over the rain. “Body... mind... all of me.”

Cassandra looked up at you. Her usual intense stare was now filled with desperate, adoring hunger. She stayed on her knee in the rain, waiting, trembling with restraint.

She looked up again, dark eyes half-lidded, lips parted. Her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed. With deliberate slowness, she nuzzled higher, her face brushing teasingly against the front of your pants as she pressed her body closer.

“Tell me what you want, Master...” she murmured, voice dripping with lust and obedience, her breath hot even through the fabric. “I can be gentle... or I can be whatever you need me to be. Just say the word.”

Her fingers traced slowly up your thighs, eyes never leaving yours — dark, hungry, and completely surrendered.

“Please...” she breathed, the word heavy with years of suppressed desire and the poison now burning through her veins, “give me an order... Master.”

Her dark eyes never left yours. Silent. Waiting. Completely, blissfully yours.

Under mind control Series