Ririko lay flat on the vines as their tendrils slowly, gently wrapped around her body.
She reached out to grip the thick, tough vines and told the tendrils before her, "Release your strongest neurotoxin."
Those vines were extensions of Pamela's power, and they were within range of Ririko's control as well.
After receiving the command, tiny buds began to emerge among their leaves. The buds bloomed, releasing dense particles of pollen that slowly spread through the air.
Within seconds, a rich floral fragrance enveloped all of Wayne Manor, instantly filling the garden with a cloying sweetness.
Bruce struggled inside the electrified net, his voice coming through in broken fragments as he poured out his misery:
"Ririko, don't go... you can do anything you want... whatever you don't like, I can change... don't go..."
His voice trembled, and his struggles began to subside, as though his nervous system had been injected with a sedative and was slowly relaxing.
Everyone present was affected by the pollen as well.
Alfred bent over, his breathing quickening and his face flushing... he shook his head, trying to banish a thought he should never have had.
Victor pressed a hand to his forehead and clenched his teeth, trying to drive the inappropriate images out of his mind.
The others in black robes had far less self-control. They embraced in twos and threes, openly rolling around together under the sky...
Ririko stood up from the vines and went over to Bruce. Watching his infatuation value plummet, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Deprived of love, Batman looked fragile and helpless. He curled up inside the net, still murmuring Ririko's name.
She knew this was part of his feverish mind cooling down, so she left him alone.
She turned and slowly walked toward Death Angel.
The black