A trip to the dungeon...

Robin woke up with a cold feeling going through her back, making her shiver. As she stretched her body, she realised her arms were bound above her head and her feet were also bound. She looked around and realised she was strapped to a metal table of some description, her growing fears weren't helped by the sight of various **** implements hanging from the walls.

"Oh good, you've awoken. Tell me was I that good that you passed out on me?"

Robin shuddered as she heard the voice of the woman who had eaten her out so spectacularly that she had indeed passed out from the pleasure. Groaning, she fell back against the bed.

"Do to me what you will, my fellow officers and detectives will look for me."

"Such bravado, but to no avail. You see, my assistant has just released (secretly of course) a report saying that you'd been found to be the one behind the heists and had gone into hiding!"

"No......."

"You see Robin, I have plans for you, oh yes, you see people like you and your 'friend' Miss Patriot always have to stick your noses in our business. So, I thought, why not have a supervillaness that I can control..."

Robin shook her head as the evil plan was revealed to her. She would be used by Renee and her assistant to fight Miss Patriot and the other heroines!

"You can have all the twisted plans you want, Renee, but I'll NEVER work for you!"

"Again with the bravado, you see, you have ****..."

Renee stood next to the helpless detective and injected her with a syringe.

"I just injected you with a mild sedative to help me get you ready for your conversion. You should start to feel sleepy, right about now!"

Robin tried to fight it, but she couldn't stop her eyelids drooping before finally falling shut.