Jason Hall, college freshman

The sun was setting when I entered the Gotham City Bank. Dim amber rays of fading sunlight clashed with the artificial white of the light fixtures on the ceiling, casting the bank interior in a strange light orange hue.

It was my first week of college in the city and I already managed to land my first job. Admittedly, it was only an internship at an office that had me organizing files and taking phone calls from vendors and customers, but still. It was something, at least. A sign that I was growing past the boy who was dependent on his parents for everything.

It wasn't like I needed the job, though. A single glance at someone wealthy with my Gaze would net me as much money as I could ever want. I've done more than my fair share of that. All in all, I've managed to accumulate a decent amount of wealth, but most of it was cash. If I deposited it into a bank account, the IRS would be all over me for tax evasion, so I could only really use that money for groceries. If I ever wanted to buy a house or a car, I'd have to get myself a legitimate source of income.

Today was the day I deposited the first check I'd earned myself and with no powered shenanigans.

I noticed that one of the tellers was free and I walked up to her.

She was pretty. Dark brown hair framed her unblemished face. Her eyes were brown, a shade or two lighter than her skin. A nametag was pinned on her shirt just above her not-insubstantial breasts. Rachel Hernandez.

She looked up from her computer when she noticed me approach. She raised her eyebrows at me, as if I'd committed some offense.

"The line's over there, sir," she said, gesturing to a group of people standing around in single file fifteen feet away. A few of them gave me dirty looks.

I glanced over at Rachel, making sure to look her in the eye. The dark-skinned woman's facial expressions slackened and her hands assumed a neutral position on her desk.

"It's not a big deal if I cut in line just this once," I said.

"Not a big deal..." the woman repeated me. My cock hardened within my pants. I'll probably never get tired of having women fall under my sway so easily.

"You're attracted to me, Rachel. After I'm done with my business here you'll give me your phone number."

"Give you my number..." the entranced woman mumbled.

I dismissed my Gaze immediately after that. The woman blinked a few times and looked at me again. She smiled brightly at me and her face immediately flushed a delightful shade of red.

"Hey, you're just gonna let that guy cut in line?" A heavy-set woman in her late thirties bellowed from where all the other people had congregated. The people around her gave her approving nods, but said nothing.

Rachel ignored the irate customers and seemed to want to focus entirely on me.

"Welcome to Gotham City Bank. How may I serve you today, sir?" She chewed her lower lip and leaned forward, exposing her deep cleavage to me.

"C-can you deposit this check for me please? I don't have a debit card or anything, so I can't access the ATMs."

I held out my first official check. The most money I'd ever earned outside the use of my power. Mom and Dad were going to be so proud. Hopefully they'd get off my ass about getting a job and making money now that I've done both.

"Well I can certainly help you with that, sir," Rachel said.

Just as she was about to take my check from me, a sharp metallic sound exploded throughout the bank followed by the shattering of glass.

A cacophony of panicked screams followed.

"This is a robbery!" Three figures in black coats and blue jeans held firearms trained at the customers of the bank. Each had a black balaclava over their faces.

"Get down on the ground and don't fucking move!" One of the men yelled.

I hit the deck and watched as everyone else hurried to obey.

One of the men walked until he was a few feet away from me. He tossed a large black gym bag onto Rachel's desk and aimed a shotgun at her.

"Fill this with as much money as you can fit. If I see one of those paint detonators in there, I'm gonna paint the walls with your brains. Got it?"

"Y-yes sir," Rachel whimpered. There was a shuffling sound from behind her kiosk and I could only assume Rachel was doing as the man asked.

I could stop them, I realized. Their baklavas had eyeholes and I could see their eyes clear as day. It would be so simple to just lock eyes with one of them. I could tell one of them to open fire on his friends and he'd do it without hesitation. The robbers would tear each other apart.

But that might have meant revealing myself and what I can do. Not to mention the possibility of myself and others getting caught in the crossfire of any gun battle.

No, I was going to stay where I was. If anyone aimed a gun at me all bets were off, but until then...

Something metallic pinged off of the nearest criminal's shotgun, sending the gun careening across the floor.

"What the fuck?" The man who had threatened Rachel glanced around frantically with wide eyes.

I noticed something on the floor. It was dark, metallic, and had a pointed shape that was immediately familiar to me.

"A batarang?" I whispered.

Two more metal shapes flew at the other criminals, disarming them as well.

This time I caught where the shapes had come from.

"The ceiling?" I whispered. It was only then that I noticed that a cluster of lights had been destroyed, probably shattered by the criminals' opening gun blast when they'd first announced their robbery.

"Shit, we've got company!" One of the robbers yelled. He moved to pull something out of the waistband of his pants - a handgun, I realized - but then a woman with light blonde hair tackled him to the ground and punched him in the face until he stopped moving.

I recognized her immediately. The tight black leather jacket, shorts, and fishnet leggings hugged Black Canary's supple curves. My eyes fell to her big breasts that jiggled visibly even through the leather jacket. I gazed at her thick, creamy thighs which promised an ass to die for. She was a walking wet dream. I'd jerked off to images of her so many times I'd lost count. To see her here in the flesh was amazing.

"And stay down," Black Canary said. She looked up, her bright blue eyes shining past her black domino mask. "Clear."

"Clear," two more feminine voices sounded.

I blinked. The bank robbers were strewn about the floor. They were still breathing, but each sported a bloody nose.

Standing above them were two more gorgeous women in tight costumes and individually styled domino masks. One had stark red hair and wore a tight black costume with the symbol of Gotham's Caped Crusader emblazoned on her chest. The other had midnight-black hair and wore a revealing purple outfit that displayed her toned midriff.

The Huntress smirked cockily as she looked at the downed criminals.

"Those guys weren't even a challenge. I hope the rest of the night isn't this boring," she said, twirling a miniature crossbow as she did so.

"Stay focused, Huntress," Batgirl admonished her teammate. She bent down to console a group of weeping children, presenting me with a good view of her heart-shaped ass. "It's alright. You're safe now."

That seemed to dispel the atmosphere of pure terror in the bank; people were beginning to stand up again. Some of them hugged each other. Others simply smiled, relieved that the robbery had been thwarted so quickly.

"Are you okay?" A concerned voice said from above me. I realized with a start that I was the only one aside from the criminals still on the tiled bank floor.

I heard the faint wail of sirens echo from outside.

I looked up at the achingly beautiful woman that had been the object of so many of my fantasies. She was leaning down, so I got a good look at valley between her big pale breasts.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

I locked eyes with her. Her face slackened and her mouth drooped opened slightly. The indignant look in her eyes fled along with her conscious awareness of her surroundings. I felt it happen. Her mind as I numbed it down into something I could manipulate. She'd given me the barest hint of resistance, the psychic equivalent of a startled scream and reflexive counterattack.

The older woman's efforts were for nothing.

Black Canary's mind was completely open to me.

Shit, what was I doing? Black Canary was an experienced superheroine with contacts as far up as the Justice League. Hell, she was even a former member. I couldn't just brainwash her, could I? She'd blast me apart with her sonic scream if she realized what I'd done.

But she was so hot. So gorgeous and curvy and unattainable. That proved to be my undoing.

My lips moved before I could stop myself.

"W-when I snap my fingers you're going to tell your friends that you're feeling sick and can't continue your patrol tonight. Do whatever you have to to convince them," I whispered.

Black Canary nodded blankly.

"Then you're going to find someplace private to get into your civilian clothes and meet me in front of the Starbucks closest to this bank."

"Meet you..." the hypnotized heroine mumbled.

I should probably add another trigger. Something to immobilize her if the meeting doesn't go well.

"Whenever you hear me and only me say 'Blank Canary', you will be completely still, unable to move until I clap my hands."

The voluptuous blonde nodded at me.

I broke eye contact with her.

She blinked.

"Hey kid, are you alright?" She asked.

"I'm older than eighteen," I grumbled.

She smirked at me.

*Snap*

Black Canary blinked again. She stood and turned away from me. Her perfect ass swayed and jiggled as she approached her fellow Birds of Prey.

"Guys, I don't know if I'm feeling up for a patrol tonight," she addressed Batgirl.

The redheaded heroine's blue eyes widened with concern.

"Are you alright?" She said.

Black Canary rubbed her stomach.

"No, I don't think so. Ol- my friend's cooking doesn't seem to agree with me."

Huntress snorted.

"Men. They're so unreliable," she said, crossing her arms under her big breasts. She turned to face Batgirl. "I say we let her take the rest of the night off."

Batgirl nodded. "That seems like it'd be for the best. Are you sure you can't handle the rest of the patrol?"

Black Canary nodded. My cock hardened as I watched her so readily carry out my commands. Were all superheroines really this easy to influence?

"Umph," Canary clutched her stomach again and groaned. Her teammates gave her sympathetic looks. "Yeah, I'm sure. Sorry guys."

Batgirl sighed and nodded.

"Okay. Will you be alright getting home?"

A hand touched my shoulder.

I jumped.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" It was Rachel. She'd approached me from behind. What did she want?

"It's okay," I took a deep breath calm myself. "Did you need something?"

The woman smiled shyly and blushed.

"Well, um, I know with everything that's happened that this might not be the best time for this, but..."

She held a piece of paper out in front of herself.

I took it tentatively in my hands. There was something scribbled on it. A phone number?

"Call me whenever," Rachel said. She grinned from ear-to-ear and then ran off to join her fellow bank employees who had congregated near the kiosks.

I stared after her blankly for a few moments. Then I started to chuckle. Even in the aftermath of a life-and-**** situation this woman had done what I'd asked her to while I'd forgotten.

Thinking about my ability made me turn my head once more to get another look at Black Canary, but she and her friends were gone. They'd apparantly vacated the bank while I was talking to Rachel.

I suppressed a flash of annoyance. I'd just have to trust that Black Canary would carry out her commands.

I left the bank just before Gotham City Police arrived at the scene. I wasn't in the mood to do any interviews with police and besides, I had a very important meeting to get to.