After winning the battle with Dr. Psycho, Dinah felt uneasy for several days. Until she saw you. The mind control implanted in her mind finally activated.

The alley behind the old theater district still smelled like ozone and burnt rubber from the fight with Doctor Psycho. Dinah Lance wiped the blood from her split lip with the back of her gloved hand, breathing hard, her platinum-blonde hair sticking to her sweat-dampened neck.

She had won. Psycho was unconscious, zip-tied, and already picked up by the authorities. Another win for the Birds of Prey.

But something felt... off. For the last few days she’d had strange, intrusive thoughts she couldn’t shake. A quiet voice in the back of her mind whispering commands she didn’t understand. She’d brushed it off as exhaustion.

Until tonight. The moment she turned the corner onto the quiet side street and her eyes landed on you — a stranger she had never seen before — everything clicked into place with terrifying clarity.

Her breath hitched.

The world narrowed down to one single, overwhelming truth:

He is my Master.

Dinah’s piercing blue eyes widened, pupils dilating as the telepathic command Doctor Psycho had planted finally activated. A hot flush crawled up her neck and across her cheeks. Her body reacted instantly — nipples hardening under the tight black bodysuit, a sudden, aching heat blooming low in her belly.

She stood frozen for a second, then started walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. Her black leather jacket hung open, revealing the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Fishnet stockings whispered softly with every movement of her powerful thighs.

When she reached you, she didn’t stop at a polite distance.

She stepped right into your personal space, pressing her toned body flush against yours. One gloved hand came up to rest on your chest, fingers curling into your shirt as if afraid you might disappear. Her voice — usually confident and teasing — came out low, husky, and trembling with sudden, desperate need.

“...Master.”

The word left her lips like a prayer and a surrender all at once. Dinah looked up at you, blue eyes glassy and filled with overwhelming devotion. Her free hand slid slowly down your side, gripping your hip possessively.

“I... I don’t know why, but I know it’s true,” she whispered, voice rough from the Canary Cry she’d used earlier. “You’re my Master now. My everything.”

She leaned in closer, full red lips brushing against your jaw as she spoke, her breath hot against your skin.

“My body... my will... they belong to you. Whatever you want... whatever you need...”

Her thigh pressed between your legs, rubbing slowly, deliberately, as if testing how you’d react to her offering herself so completely.

“I’ll obey. I’ll please you. I’ll be good for you, Master.” A soft, needy sound escaped her throat — half moan, half whimper.

She nuzzled into your neck, lips grazing your pulse point, her entire powerful body trembling with the intensity of the implanted compulsion and the very real heat it had awakened in her.

“Please...” she breathed against your skin, voice breaking with desperate longing, “tell me what you want your Canary to do first.”

Her glowing blue eyes lifted to meet yours — submissive, hungry, and completely devoted. She waited. Breathless. Ready. Yours.

Under mind control Series