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Goon: "Open it up! Yeah, the Bat one"

(The crate is opened and Batman realizes what has happened to him for the first time. He begins to attempt one of his typical angry, furious and always effective threats but all that comes out is a high-pitched muffle due to the stopper in his mouth. Even he is startled by the clear female shriek that comes out. The goons take in a good laugh at his expense).

Goon: So this is the famed Batman? Finally figured out what that material does now eh? You turned out real nice. With that body your newly acquired snatch will get all the action it can handle. And you won't do a thing. Cause you're just a scared little pussycat aren't you? Man that material is a goldmine.

Batman (to himself): This is impossible. How did they do this? Can I reverse this? He's right...I'm...I'm scared. Scarecrow's toxin? No, it's something else. More powerful. Affecting my very core, my entire perception. I feel so small, so vulnerable, so...submissive. 


Batman can only offer a moan in resistance to his captor.

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