Dr. Jessica Young felt a bit of sweat as she read off the dossier she was given, "So...um... you used to be a great ally to Batman and Captain now Commissioner Gordon. Help disrupt traditional mob families within Gotham as the district attorney. Noble work..."
She was having a therapy session with Harvey "Two-Face" Dent, a man plagued with both impossible choices and multiple personalities. But the damn Tablet had another presence in the room.
She stood in tall fashionable high heels. Her stylish skirt paired well with the yellow belt, almost as if it had an emblem to it. Her top was high class, black, hug her curves, showed plenty of cleavage, and show cased her expensive pearls. A fur coat hugged her body. Her ebony hair came out in waves. Her make up was professionally done. Smoke escaped her cigarette holder. She was an illusion. She was dangerous. She was a twisted hero beyond the Tablet's influence. She was the single most powerful mobster Gotham had ever seen. She was the opposite to what had happened to Batman under Jessica's spoke word.
She was Brandy Wayne and she had nothing for contempt for the current situation, "Working hard at this stuffy little prison for crazy people again, are we? Not focused on what's important."
"I was the DA... once," Harvey admitted, "but that's before I finally figured out what's important. What's real. The lies behind your faulty justice system," Two-Face growled.
"Just give him a third fun personality and be done with it. I got better things for you to do with this power your wasting," Brandy sneered.
"Faults in our justice system? Not something a lawyer can possibly believe..." Jessica Young was attempting her damn best to ignore the illusion summoned by the tablet.
"Trust me, its failed more times than I care to admit," the mobster spoke, though she couldn't tell if Harvey or Two-Face spoke those words.
Because Brandy refused to be ignored, "You really fucked me, doc. Could of been something here. Resummoned me. I'm still a threat on my world. A force to be reckoned with. Gained power to drive all those heroes insane, like old multi face here."
"There must be something you still hold dear. Some part of your past you regret," she had yet to tap into her powers. She was trying to reach him the old fashioned way.
"My wife..." Harvey brought up, "that lying whore. She doesn't deserve me. None of them do! Just the coin..." Two-Face rambled.
"You allowed my potentially perfect body to fall away to the trappings of a girlie piece of shit sissy. Some one more innocent than a new born puppy!" Brandy screeched, "but there's still potential out there. Still some one who can become my successor, my better, in this world. I failed, forced to resort to magic to stay relevant. Lost an entire empire. But there's some one in this world who can learn from my mistakes."
"There's more than..." Jessica refrained from cursing, "more than that coin. More choices..."
"World's black and white," Two-Face chuckled, "binary, divided on good and evil. Left only to chance whose gonna win. Bats might get the upper hand most days. But we both know that ain't always the case."
"Barbara Gordon, Batgirl. On my world she was my best friend. Turned into a bimbo, but still. She returned to heroics, still has the fake tits, blonde hair, and high libido, but still. I've lost a friend. Hurts, you know. But your Barbara Gordon remains untouched. Unspoiled. Her... I want her as my successor, my better, my protege of sorts. Allow her to gain the old Brandy spirit. Allow her to witness true power for once in her miserable little life. Do this and I'll leave you to haunt her like a specter from Christmas Past. Fail to do so... and I'll be haunting you far worse than the other images this Tablet's been forcing on you..." Brandy promised.
Jessica Young glared at the false image of Brandy as she felt the hypnotic power of the tablet flare up within her. She was going to release some pent up aggression upon poor Two-Face...
***
Harry rattled on her cell, "Jonni, you awake?"
Jonni Crane smiled at her personal favorite guard, "Am now, Harry. What's up?" she moved from the bed towards the cell door.
"Ivy asked for me to personally thank you for the bit of freedom we've rewarded her. She also asked to pass this along," Harry slid in a brown paper bag. Kind of bag used for school lunches. He left Jonni to discover the contents on her own.
Jonni opened the bag. First there was a syringe. Then there was the grand prize. A vital vial of the feminisation serum. A highly potentate improved forumla created by Poison Ivy just for Dr. Jonni Crane as a thank you gift.
A single tear washed down Jonni's cheek as she looked towards the stars outside of her cell window, "Thank you, Pamela," she whispered towards the stars. She injected the serum into the provided syringe, inhaled some good luck breaths, then stuck the needle into her arm...
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