Batwoman, why not

You pull out a list of suitable ladies that attract your fancy, from across time and space. Beautiful woman, all able to fall under your (new) spell. Didn’t think this was going to happen when you turned 20, Eh? Certainly not.

Wishing the list, you pick a random name and face. Batwoman! She was certainly gorgeous, a slender pale white face with bright red lipstick and equally bright red hair, dressed in a near all-black costume that made her look as curvaceous as she looked strong. Mmm what a treat!

You get yourself dressed fairly nicely, in a dark grey suit with a black shirt and a red tie with white spiral designs all over it. You had a theme to fit, of course, even if you were in fact an all powerful being. Conjuring a black cane with a ruby hilt, you felt prepared, and so teleported yourself into her general location.

Right now, Batwoman had finished wrecking a group of bank robbers, breaking the last one’s arm right as an oddly dressed man seemed to pop out of nowhere. “Who the hell are you?” She asked, already annoyed at dealing with so many crooks. She stepped forward, giving you a better look at her. She looked hot!

“I’m Mr. MindControl, and I’m here to give you an offer. Hook up with me, and I can give you the world!”

“Are you stupid or something? ‘Hook up’ with you? Romantically? You must be dense AND new around her. I can’t let you just walk away either.” With that, she pulled out a batarang, keeping her distance. But right as she was about to throw it, you used your powers to blast her into a semi-hypnotized state. She froze in place, but her mind was still active, now fearful.

“Now, Batwoman, how about I ask you some questions?”