“Good Morning, Orphan.” you say with a wicked grin as your captive’s eyes blink open. The moment she sees you she attempts to lunge forward, the the wires holding her aloft prevent her. She quickly looks around and takes note of where she is before looking back at you. “${Your Name}.” she says curtly. “Yes. It’s me. Your adoptive father, the Batman, has certainly trained you well, Miss. Cain. But not well enough.” you say, causing Cassandra’s eyes to widen at the fact you know her secret identity.
Orphan, real name Cassandra Cain, is a teenage female vigilante who operates in Gotham City along side the rest of the Bat-Family. Her brain is wired in a way that makes her an amazing fighter, but hampers her ability to speak. She has short black hair, sharp black eyes, a pretty face, smooth but scarred white skin, medium breasts, a firm ass, slim but toned arms, and slim but muscular legs. She is wearing her standard costume: a basic skin-tight black ninja body suit with yellow accents, a black hood, and a black mask that covers the lower half of her face.
“How…do…you…know?” Orphan asks, struggling to get the words out. “Because it’s not that fucking hard to figure it out. I yanked that mask down and ran a facial the instant you were out cold and restrained.” you say as you clasp her face in your hand. “As for why you are still alive…simple. You are to become a very useful tool.” you say as you hold out a microchip.
Orphan’s eyes get panicked as she sees it. “Ah, so you know what this is? Good. Saves me the trouble of explaining it.” you say as you pace around her. “Unfortunately, your unique brain structure needed to be preserved for this to work. So we have spent the last 3 months analyzing your brain and making a microchip especially for you.” you say as Orphan seems to recoil at the mention of “3 months”.
As you press the chip into Cassandra’s neck, she clenches her fists in pain. The small computer fuses with her spine and brain, quickly rewriting her mind and memories. “You don’t need to worry about anything anymore, Miss. Cain. I will take very good care of you.” you smile as Orphan’s eyes roll back.
The vigilante finally falls limp and the computer signals the completion of the brainwashing. You press a button and Cassandra falls into you arms. As she wakes up her arms cling onto you tightly, her mind desperately needing your touch. “It’s alright, Cassandra. I’ll protect you. As long as you serve me. Mind, body, and soul. Remember?” you ask as you feel Cassandra’s hand slide under your shirt. “Yes. Need you. Please.” she says as you push her against the wall. “Of course. Let me help you relax.” you say as your hands travel up and down her body. You then