Play like Bruce, think like Batman.

The air in Titans Tower felt denser than usual as if it anticipated the tension brewing in Raven's mind. Sitting in the heart of the Tower, her thoughts weren't only on the threat posed by Enchantress. Her mind, sharper now thanks to the intelligence she had absorbed from Batman, ran through every possible outcome and scenario, weighing risks with precision. Batman's cautious, methodical approach merged seamlessly with Raven's own instincts, crafting strategies even she wouldn't have considered before.

'It's never wise to underestimate an enemy,' she thought, echoing Batman's meticulous planning. She began to understand that the Batman was blessed with such a calculative complex mind but also cursed with it. All she could do was think and choose to act on preparations she deduced in her head time and time again. It was like as if she was going crazy. But she couldn't blame the man. Who in Gotham City who lived a long life was sane?

Even the cops who chose to serve and protect the people instead of getting in on the Penguin's payroll were still crazy enough to choose to deal with Gotham's supervillains and psychopathic enthusiasts. You can either choose to be crazy enough to resist the corruption like Gordon or be crazy and keep living in Gotham when Central City exists.

Taking a cue from the Dark Knight's playbook, Raven had spent the last week constructing a hidden structure far from any civilian population—an exact replica of the Tower, located in an untraceable part of her domain. The clone Tower stood surrounded by an elaborate array of illusions and simulations, amplified by her techno-magic. In her private chambers within this simulated Tower, she had set up her battleground—a space where she could summon Enchantress without truly risking her own sanctum. No risks, no surprises. Just like Batman would do.

'Trust, but verify. Always assume the worst, even when you're the best,' the thoughts rang clear in Raven's mind. The attention to detail felt necessary.

'Damn, I like that I have his essence but damn, there is almost no rest. I haven't even spent time with Star after getting this. Was this a curse in disguise or a blessing? But this is what makes him so dangerous if underestimated. He really checks every box. That means he'll do the same for me when he counterattacks.'

Raven sat cross-legged in the simulation chamber, cloaked in darkness, her eyes glowing faintly as she tapped into the technomagic she had mastered. The room around her shimmered, transforming into a perfect, magical replica of the Tower's innermost chambers. But this wasn't just an illusion—it embodied her essence. She would be summoning Enchantress into what would feel like her domain but without any of the actual risks. She felt a dark smile pull at her lips. This was what it meant to think like Batman. And with her magic reinforcing her technology, there would be no escape for her opponent.

Once everything was ready, she began her chant, a low hum that filled the chamber as she summoned Enchantress into the simulation.

"Azarath… Metrion… Zinthos…"

The words were laced with power, the runes on the floor glowing ominously. The air rippled, and suddenly, Enchantress appeared in the centre of the room, her green-and-black robes swirling around her like a storm, her face twisting into a dangerous smile.

"What in the? I was wondering what was pulling me away from the material world. To think you can actually summon people against their will, one can only expect that from the daughter of a demon, Raven," Enchantress hissed, her voice filled with malice. "You've finally come to play."

Raven's eyes glowed brighter. "I don't play games, Enchantress. I conquer."

Enchantress chuckled darkly, her eyes flashing. "Conquer? You think you can tame me, little sorceress? You've underestimated me."

But Raven wasn't so easily baited. She stood, her movements slow and deliberate, her shadows coiling around her like a living extension of her will. "You think I'd face you directly?" she said, her voice low but dripping with calculated confidence. "You're not even in my real chambers."

A flicker of confusion passed across Enchantress's face, her confidence wavering for the first time. "What... what do you mean?"

Raven's smile widened. "This isn't the Tower. This isn't even real. It's a simulation—a place where you can fight me, struggle all you want, but you'll never reach me."

Before Enchantress could react, Raven's shadows surged forward, wrapping around her like a vice. The sorceress struggled, her own magic flaring in an attempt to break free, but Raven's power—bolstered by her newfound intelligence and foresight—kept her firmly bound. This time anytime Enchantress used a spell to destroy the shadows binding her the shadows would absorb her magical energy and convert it to an aphrodisiac that keeps changing to adapt to the bound person.

"You think your chaos can stop me?" Raven taunted, her voice calm and controlled. "You're playing a game I already won before you even showed up."

The shadows coiled tighter, and Raven's combined pheromones began to fill the room. Enchantress's struggles slowed, her breath coming in short gasps as her body reacted to the intoxicating scent. Lust clouded her senses, her magic faltering as Raven's presence dominated every inch of her mind.

Raven stepped closer, her fingers brushing Enchantress's chin in a mocking caress. "Feel that?" she whispered, her voice like velvet. "That's the power you'll never be able to resist."

Enchantress's eyes flickered with fear and desire, her body quivering as the powerful combination of Raven's divine pheromones and her own will was crushed under Raven's domination. She was panting now, her mind lost in the haze of lust that clouded her every thought.

Raven smirked, satisfied that Enchantress was well and truly defeated. With a simple gesture, she transferred the sorceress back to the real Tower, her body collapsing into Raven's chambers without her even realizing the shift. The battle had been fought and won in a simulation, but the outcome was very real.

Back in the original Tower, Raven stood tall, gazing down at Enchantress's trembling form as she knelt before her. The sorceress's defiance had evaporated, her will crushed by Raven's overwhelming power. Slowly, Raven knelt before her, lifting her chin to meet her gaze.

"You've lost," Raven whispered her voice a mixture of triumph and seduction. "Submit, and I'll show you what it means to serve a Futa Goddess."

Enchantress, her body still trembling with the remnants of the pheromones flooding her system, could only nod weakly, her lips parting as she whispered, "I... I submit..."

Raven's eyes gleamed as she rose, her shadows coiling around her like a mantle of power. She had conquered Enchantress, just as she had done with every other powerful woman who had dared to challenge her. And now, as the night settled over the Tower, her harem grew stronger.

With one final glance at the defeated sorceress, Raven smirked. "Welcome to my world, Enchantress. You'll learn your place soon enough."

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