"Oh come on... you know that Batman's way doesn't work. You really wanna clean up the streets? Let's do things my way."
Jason didn't know what came over her. Maybe it was Enchantress' magic that was infecting the mind of the young vigilante. Her reflection smirked back at her. She'd never get used to that.
"You know what? Maybe you're right..."
"Attagirl. Shall we?"
"Not so fast. We'll do things your way under one condition. No harming innocents. You cross that line and I'll cram you back into Pandora's Box myself. And afterward we're going to go find June."
Jason didn't know if she could actually exercise Enchantress from her body alone. She lacked the technical know-how of the arcane and Enchantress knew it.
"Graduating to threats already? There may be hope for you after all, Jay."
"I'm serious!"
"Fine! Fine... Now just sit back and relax, 'kay? You don't know the first thing about flight and I'll be very pissed if you crash us through a billboard."
Jason relaxed as instructed, feeling her body take on a mind of its own. She watched her fist clench, her lips curling into a smile. It had been so long since Enchantress had really cut loose. The chaotic spirit's thoughts entwined with Red Hood's as she levitated.
"Woah... woah!"
Jason floundered in the air for a second, panicking when she floated off the building. She was no stranger to grappling around Gotham's rooftops but she at least had reliable equipment that enabled her to do so. This was completely different.
"Oh, quit it. We're fine. Don't tell me the Red Hood is afraid of heights!"
Jason never had powers of her own before. Fighting the likes of Poison Ivy and other metas always felt like an uphill battle. At the end of the day she was just a big lug with guns. She was so much better off with the body of a powerful, attractive sorcerous.
"Get out of my head."
"Haha! Just having a little fun is all."
Enchantress taunted her new host.
The redhead picked up speed, her eyes glowing an emerald green.
- - -
"What the hell's the matter with you clowns? Get moving!"
The Black Mask barked at his henchmen.
"Hurry up and load it onto the truck!"
The thugs clad in black moved unmarked crates from the back of a shady garment factory.
Red Hood dealt a devastating blow to Black Mask's meteoric rise to power when Jason first returned to Gotham. Back before she relinquished her murderous tendencies. She believed Batman's methods were flawed. Why try to scare people out of committing crime when you could just control it? Have all the crime run through him.
Later, Jason realized she was only killing criminals to spite Batman. She told herself she didn't blame him for her untimely demise at the hands of the Joker but deep down she knew some blame rested on the Dark Knight's shoulders. Batman knew it too.
Black Mask fell back into the shadows after the damage Red Hood inflicted on his criminal network. However, ever since Jason went on the straight and narrow working for Batman again, Black Mask had been making strides. She wanted to go after him the old fashioned way but knew Bruce wouldn't be for it. However, this wasn't really her doing it, right? It was all Enchantress...
THUD!
The redheaded sorcerous dented the car she landed on. Her eyes glowing as her bright emerald aura emanated from her body. She hovered, smiling sadistically.
"Hello, boys."
Jason's lips moved, though she didn't will herself to speak.
"Who the hell is that?"
Black Mask shouted.
"Haven't you heard? I'm Enchantress."
"What are you, a vigilante now? To hell with it, open fire!"
Black Mask drew a desert eagle from his suit pocket. His goons followed suit, brandishing an assortment of small arms.
Bullets whizzed toward the woman, making Jason anxious. She'd been shot at plenty of times but she always had the benefit of being able to duck for cover, use her gadgets, and fire back with her pistols. She wasn't able to do anything but sit back and watch as Enchantress made her next move.
"That all you got?"
The bullets froze midair, a verdant energy bubble popping up around the sorcerous. The protective force field halted all projectiles. Enchantress yawned unenthusiastically, waving her hand towards them and sending those same bullets right back into the criminals that fired them. All fell to the ground except Black Mask, though he caught a round in the shoulder.
"What gives... You think you're some kind of superhero now? You think you sit on some moral high horse all of a sudden?"
"Hmmm. I recently had a change of face is all."
Enchantress shrugged.
Black Mask was at her mercy, holding his wound with one hand.
What does Enchantress do?
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