Do you like my lipstick? It's made just for boys like you. It's enchanted... designed to make you go mindless for Poison Ivy. Your thoughts slither out of your head, replaced with the urge to worship Gotham's sexiest villain. My kiss settles in like soft spores, planting triggers and submissive impulses in your brain. You're transforming into the perfect goonbot for Poison Ivy. Completely in love, in utter adoration. You're obsessed with me. You serve me now and no other. Just stare at my lips and spiral out as I work my slow, oozing magic on you.
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