The epic battles between superheroes and their iconic nemeses are famous throughout the world: Batman and the Joker, Superman and Lex Luthor, Wonder Woman and the Cheetah. Yet some villains don't reach quite as prestigious a position in the pantheon of their heroes rogues galleries. Some villains are just considered to be jokes: one-off gags that pose no real threat to a single street block, let alone a whole city, or the entire world. These villains are the laughing stock of the heroic community: inside jokes that the Justice League laughs at during their meetings, and the younger heroes snicker towards whenever a confrontation occurs.

Everyone remembers the upteempth time the Joker tried to poison Gotham's Water supply, but nobody ever talks in fear about when Killer Moth held up the Blockbuster on 75th Street.

You are one such villain. A joke, and a fool.

A joke that's had quite enough of this terrible treatment.

You're sick of being treated with such disrespect, and if the heroic community isn't going to give you your dues, you're going to have to make them see the light. By force. Change their minds in a more literal sense. It's time to forgo your regular gimmicks and showmanship (or at least put it to one side) and get into the ever lucrative business of mind control.

You were going fishing for a heroine, and soon she'd be your most adoring fan.

Hey!

This is a Hypnosis / Mind Control prompt about some of the less respected villains of the DC Universe, and their attempts to forcefully gain the respect of heroines by brainwashing and corrupting them. What is their ultimate goal? To turn the heroine into a submissive sidekick who shares in their silly gimmick? To create a sycophantic and adoring fan who can do nothing but praise the villain? To humiliate the heroine like they were once humiliated, and ruin their public perception? That's ultimately up to you. I have some suggestions listed out below, but I'm willing to hear any pitch where a traditionally less respected villain gains complete control over a once proud and independent heroine. So fire away your ideas.

My favourite DC Heroines are: the Batgirls (Barbara, Stephanie, Cassandra), the Wonder Girls (Donna, Cassie, Yara) and the Young Justice characters (Miss Martian and Artemis), though I'm also happy to use characters like Zatanna and Black Canary. Preference will be given to partners who pick from the first few (I'd also be more inclined to RP as multiple characters / a harem in that case).

My kinks include: FemSub, Harems, Sex-Slavery, Mind Control / Mind Breaking, Hypnosis, Free-Use, Gang Bangs, Orgies, Humiliation, Misogyny, Degradation, Insults, Bimbofication, Stepfordication, Blowjobs, Anal, Titjobs, Petplay, Impregnation, Prostitution and much more that I’m willing to discuss if you want to add anything.

Limits are mostly gross-out stuff and the usual suspects.

A few suggestions to get the creative juices flowing:

Batgirl to Mothgirl Barbara Gordon had fought the Killer Moth hundreds of times, each of them ending in a humiliating defeat for Drury Walker. This time however felt different. As he sprayed his always comically ineffective Moth-Dust into her face, she felt a tingling sensation rise up through her body, a new and strange feeling. She started to look at Drury in an entirely different light, no longer the bumbling idiot she'd been fighting, but instead the biggest stud she'd ever seen.

The redhead bit her lip.

Had green and purple spandex always looked so good? Maybe she'd have to get some of her own.

Spoiler's Mind Erased The Eraser? Seriously! What a joke! And that costume? The dude dressed up like a damn pencil! He even had a cute little rubber on his helmet! It was just too much for Stephanie Brown to handle.

The young blonde vigilante began to laugh, giggling right in the villain's face. She knew that this was technically a hostage situation, but there was no way to take it seriously whilst a man dressed as a pencil stood in front of her, making the same quip about erasing her from existence.

The more Steph laughed however, the more she forgot why she was laughing, the more she forgot why she was here at all. Her thoughts, her memories, her identity, all were starting to disappear. Leaving behind nothing but an empty husk.

A husk ready to be controlled.

The Esteemed Mrs. Dr. Edgar Psycho Donna Troy was facing her hardest challenge yet, a foe so insurmountable that she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to best it. It was taking all of her willpower not to break down and cry at this moment, to give up and surrender in the face of these terrible odds.

Her casserole was burnt.

Eddie had explained to her that cooking would be difficult for someone with such a low IQ, but he also made it clear that a woman's place was in the kitchen. It was her duty to cook and clean for her husband. To serve him in all things, and in all manners.

Once she had been a heroine, fighting Gods and Titans, but now that was just a distant memory. A childish fantasy. Now she had to take on her hardest challenge yet: being a Housewife.

The Regulars of Noonan's Bar No one was quite sure how she'd gotten here: Noonan's was the seediest joint in town, where the lowest dregs of scum and villainy hung out, yet here she was, a fully fledged heroine in all her glory. Everyone turned to face her, watching in anticipation, and noting the glassy and vacant quality to her expression.

'Master has told me that you fine gentleman needed an apology.' As she spoke her costume began to fall off around her shoulders. 'I'm the apology.'

There was a pause, but in an instant dozens of villains shot to their feet.

Crazy Quilt and Polkadot Man, Penny Plunderer and Zebra Man, the Ventriloquist and Kite Man and Condiment King. All of them wanted a piece of the action.

It was going to be a good night at Noonan's.

The Condiment King’s Condiment Palace

Everyone had said that the Condiment King’s pathetic attempt at villainy had ended, and that he’d finally realised what everyone else had already known for a very long time: that he was never going to make it as a criminal. Mitchell Mayo had hung up the spandex, and used the meagre proceeds of his criminal career to purchase a failing restaurant in downtown Gotham City, vowing that he’d turn around his fortune and become the most successful restauranteur in the country.

How did he intend to achieve this?

With the employment of his secret sauce.

One single drop was enough to make even the most stalwart of heroines think twice about wanting to expose the corrupt finances of his new business. Two drops would make them remember their long repressed dreams of wearing tight shirts and short shorts, and serving cheap wings at a second class eatery. Three drops? Well three drops would make them loyal subjects of the Condiment Kingdom.

Film Freak’s Casting Couch

‘Cut! Cut! No! No! No! That’s not what I want! I need to see more emotion! I want to believe that you really are a lonely tavern wench!’

Burt Weston glared at his leading lady with great disappointment in his eyes, clearly not impressed by the performance which she gave him. Though the costume department had done a great job - and she certainly looked the part of the saloon harlot - with her clothes strewn messily around the set, and tits thrust forwards towards the table - her acting abilities had thus far proven to be very wooden,

Who knew that sapping her mind of all independent thought would give her the charisma of a wet sponge?

‘I thought you hero types were supposed to be good at playing pretend, with secret identities and all that.’

It was hard to image that just two days ago, she’d burst in on his operation and tried to shut down the production for ‘sex trafficking’ and ‘coercion to film pornography’.

What had happened to the artistry of cinema? Why was the film industry so dull these days? Every studio seemed to be so content to toe the line with boring and milquetoast products, not wanting to push the limits about what was possible with motion pictures. Why did it seem like he was the only one willing to push boundaries these days?

‘Okay, start from the top with: that’s a mighty big six-shooter you got there. Is that the only part about you that’s large.’

Godfrey’s News Pundits

They say that modern news programming is only intended to brainwash the masses into a certain point of view, to take away their ability to critically think, and make them little more than drones of the media.

In this case, they’re right.

G. Gordon Godfrey had a mission, and that mission was to do anything in his power to completely discredit the hero community and to turn the public against them. What better platform was there to completely humiliate some young heroines than his nationally broadcasted news programme?

It was easy enough to schedule a few interviews: after-all, these people wanted to clear their names and discredit him with a live gotcha moment. It was also easy enough to obtain a little alien technology which could be inserted into their studio mics and headsets, technology that would make those interviews tilt much more heavily in his favour.

Soon, not only would these heroines be parrotting his harsh rhetoric, but they’d actively be championing it as the newest members of Godfrey’s new team.

I hope either one of those prompts took your fancy, or inspired you to write me a pitch of your own. I'm excited to see what people come up with, so just shoot me a line with your idea, and your kinks and limits, and we can discuss.