Regina sat in her London office, it was late at night, but that was when most people wanted to meet with her and she much preferred it that way. The red head was not wearing her typical work attire, instead she had on a black business suit and near her were several large totes filled with equipment and clothes. She had packed everything up and was now genuinely waiting for her informant to pass along one more piece of information before her slaves came to move things into the large moving van outside. "Mistress Regina, sorry for the delay, traffic was not ideal." The voice was shakey, no longer deep and authoritative like it had been about five years ago. No, she had broken him with the greatest of ease. Outside of calling him "puppy," or "pet," she had forgotten his actual name, it was irrelevant, she was superior to him in every way, he didn't deserve his name to be remembered. No man did, they were all pigs, even those who had their uses, like this one.<br/><br/>He didn't make eye contact, but he well knew the silence was a sign he should continue lest she take her frustrations out on him, "there are two kingpins of the underworld in Gotham, a fella by who goes by The Joker and another called Carmine Falcone. The protector of the city is someone called Batman. He dresses in a large black rubber suit, limited mobility, but he is a decent fighter. The police are weak. You should be able to crush them Mistress."<br/><br/>Regina stood up and walked over to where the man knelt, her right foot cocked back and then flashed forward with blinding speed and power, the toe of her shoe catching him in the sternum which sent him backwards and to the ground. "Of course I will, all of them will fall to me, especially this Batman character. I suspect you have sent me the full typed report with pictures and video? Nod once if yes twice if not."<br/><br/>The man nodded once and Regina smiled wide, her right foot stepped forward and placed pressure on his balls as she walked over him and snapped her fingers. Twelve beatuiful women, her slaves, all dressed the same as her ran into the room and gathered the items and packed them up. Bound for Gotham, Regina had her sights set on taking the city down in the name of the Queen. Her wealth was greater than anyone fully understood, to the point she either rivaled or outdid even Bruce Wayne, the billionaire CEO of Wayne Enterprises. She knew who he was, it wasn't like he didn't have his fingers in every honeypot imaginable. She had little interest in him though, or his company, just the city. She wanted to run it, but more with a hostile takeover, it was more fun that way. Making the men of the city bow to her whims and will would be glorious.<br/>------------------------<br/>6 months later<br/>Things had worked out better than Regina could have ever hoped and her patience paid off. She had stayed out of Batman's radar and at the same time taken over the criminal element completely. Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Black Canary, and Harley Quinn all worked for her, the men were either killed or ran away, the henchmen switched allegiances, but Regina was only interested in females for that role and thus they were executed without mercy. The GCPD was a cake walk too, Commissioner Gordon was fired when some old corrupt dirt of him hiding the truth about things came to light.<br/><br/>Of course not everything went 100% according to plan, Regina had lost one of her initial slaves, her personal guard, and she needed a suitable replacement. Some daughters, all 18 or older, were kidnapped from the wealthiest of Gotham's citizens where ransom would be called for for those who she deemed unworthy and the worthiest to be trained dilligently to serve at her side.<br/><br/>Regina herself had spied on Batman, she knew his patterns, his movements, how he fought, and she looked forward to the next piece of her puzzle, taking him down. It was time to meet up, face to face. Taking six of her slaves all dressed like her in a black corset, black spandex booty shorts, thigh high stilleto boots, and elbow length black leather gloves, Regina went to the top of GCPD headquarters with her unlimited access, and turned on the signal.<br/>---------------------<br/>In six months the criminal activity had changed around Gotham. Bruce had seen it, tracked it, snd yet it puzzled him. His job was relegated to muggings and minor robberies, even those were few and far in-between now. Who was behind it? That he lacked the answer to. His greatest ally was gone, and for the first time in a very long time Batman was legitimately confused as to what was happening. The World's Greatest Detective was stumped, and as he saw the batsignal light up the clear night sky a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.<br/><br/>As he made it to the rooftop of the GCPD headquarters though he was confused. There was but a single woman, dressed like a dominatrix, her slaves unknowingly waiting should their mistress need help. His blue eyes went wide, the two long pointy ears on his cowl turned to the side with the rest of his head, the yellow oval with a black bat on his chest clearly visible, as was the yellow utility belt with a button for quick release. He took a few steps toward her, speechless, which was rare, and walked his eyes over her body where she confidently stood.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1927" data-username="@His kitty." data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1927/">@His kitty.</a>