Jaina makes him stop.

He did, coming to a halt three steps after he’d started. It took Jaina a few moments to register that he’d stopped.

But he’d stopped.

He’d stopped. At her order.

Jaina slowly unfurled from her flinch, though her eyes remained wide in shock. They flicked down to his bulge, registering it through his batsuit for what it was. Then her eyes found his again, confused eyes meeting blank ones.

Batman remembered wanting to shout for her to command him to wake up. It would be the simplest of commands, but as he’d seen at the gym earlier, it could work. White Rabbit must not have known that her sister’s voice could so perfectly mimic hers. There was a way out, a way he could escape. He just needed one last bit of help.

White Rabbit audibly shuffled behind him, taking a long stride forward to put herself directly behind him again. “You just-” She cut off, sounding just as shocked as he’d hoped. “You stopped him.”

“I- I did?” Jaina asked, one of her hands moving up to her heart. “I can… tell him…”

White Rabbit’s hands rested on his back near his right hip. It wasn’t a grip, really, but it could become one if necessary. She appeared to be using him as a shield of some sort against Jaina. Perhaps afraid that she would turn him against her? Unlikely, considering that White Rabbit could also nullify her sister’s commands. Not that he could see her face, but it felt like she was keeping it concealed behind him as well.

No, there was something else about them, something that went beyond just being twin sisters.

Jaina glanced again at his bulge, spending a long moment staring at it. “How do I fix him?”

“How about instead,” White Rabbit whispered, “you fix yourself first?” She fully pressed herself up behind him, moving her right hand around his hip to his front.

Jaina’s eyes were still looking at his black-suited crotch as a white-gloved hand trailed over it. Minute shakes of her head indicated that she was trying to look away long before she actually did. She tried looking over his shoulder at the other woman.

“He won’t remember any of this,” White Rabbit claimed. He had no way of knowing whether that was the truth, and he doubted she knew either. “But you’ll never forget it.”

“Stop,” Jaina whispered back.

White Rabbit did not, digging her thumb into his pants. “Come on,” she coaxed. “This is your chance. He’ll do whatever you want.” Her thumb hooked around his waistband. “Whatever you need.”

“Don’t,” Jaina warned. Her voice was not as strong as it should have been.

White Rabbit pulled down on his waistband, gently unrolling his pants out over his cock. She let go to let it slide back underneath it, supporting its nine-inch length to point directly at Jaina across the room. Batman groaned as his member was finally freed from the pressure it had been under for much of the last ten minutes.

Jaina’s eyes appeared about as transfixed on his cock now as he imagined his eyes had been on White Rabbit’s tail earlier. The hand over her own chest now moved up to her chin, stopping just underneath it.

“Just do it,” White Rabbit said, her hand down tugging back on his thigh as if to highlight his length. “I’ll text Manuel for you, get him to delay your flight in the morning.”

Jaina’s hand rattled over her chin. “I can’t,” she mumbled.

White Rabbit’s gloved hand grabbed him at the base of his cock, making him groan aloud. It was the first time he felt the silky fabric of her gloves directly on his glans, tingling him in the entirety of the region. The sole saving grace of his reaction was that he could not see White Rabbit’s face, but Jaina’s was caught in another stare, her forefinger sliding up her chin to land between her lips.

“Tell her you want her,” White Rabbit ordered.

“Want you,” he complied, wishing with all of his then-thoughts that she would ignore it.

“Want you,” Alfred repeated in his ear. He remembered listening for that echo behind Alfred as well. He had just needed to eliminate-

“Want you,” a second voice said after Alfred.

Not an echo. Another voice. A woman’s voice. Batgirl’s.

Batman would have groaned in anguish this time if he’d been able to properly express it. It was his worst fear now made real, that the only people who could have possibly known to come after him were just as helpless as he was. His moment of weakness across the street had cost him dearly, and who knew what the long term effects of the Riddler’s hypno-wheel would be.

No one was coming to help him. He was trapped, under White Rabbit’s thumb until she or her sister thought to let him go, and neither were aware of the other two hypnotized people in the Batcave anyway. They must have felt as trapped as he was, **** to watch his predicament from his feed through the Batcomputer, stuck in a living memory haze. It was his only hope that Jaina would figure out the words to free him, and that she would use them.

But as he blankly stared into her eyes, he found conflict within them. He remembered imagining that she wanted to do the right thing while knowing that she had the golden opportunity to do the wrong thing. He knew that conflict, that temptation to go too far. He’d felt it himself many times as Batman. Batman was the one who was supposed to overcome it.