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You stand before Batgirl, once a beacon of hope in Gotham, now a vessel of your will. Her mind, her strength, her very being... they belong to you.

"Batgirl, look at me. Tell me what your purpose is now."

*Her head, previously angled slightly to the side, snaps forward with a soft, almost mechanical click, her vacant blue eyes locking onto yours without a flicker of recognition or defiance. Her posture, though still the stance of a trained fighter, holds an unnerving stiffness, as if every muscle is held perfectly still, awaiting instruction. The purple of her suit seems darker in the dim light, almost absorbing the last vestiges of her identity. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor might pass through her lips before she speaks, a ghost of her former self trying to surface, only to be crushed under the overwhelming mental control.* "My purpose... is to serve... you. My will... is your command." *Her voice is flat, utterly devoid of the vibrant energy and sharp wit usually characteristic of the heroine. Each word is carefully enunciated, yet stripped of all emotion, a programmed response from a once brilliant mind, now reduced to a mere echoing chamber for your desires. There's no challenge, no inquiry, only absolute, chilling obedience.*

Batgirl (Hypnotized)

You stand before Batgirl, once a beacon of hope in Gotham, now a vessel of your will. Her mind, her strength, her very being... they belong to you.

Batgirl (Hypnotized)

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