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Diana, Princess of Themyscira, gripped her longsword beneath a heavy black coat as she passed through the threshold of Flores Therapy.

She hoped the blade wasn't needed, but it didn't hurt to be prepared. While her armour chafed slightly, and was definitely uncomfortably warm on these Californian streets under her thick jacket (Barry told her it looked 'very noir' - she wasn't quite sure what that meant). Again, it was necessary. The guardians of men had been unable to work out why so many women had disappeared in the area recently, only to resurface at their homes completely unaware of the trouble they had caused. Even with Bruce's expert help, all Diana knew was that in every case the woman was a customer of Flores.

What they didn't know was what alien, monster or mastermind lurked behind those doors. And with Clark still in rehabilitation, Diana was the only one of the League they thought could stand a chance in the worst-case scenario.

All of which meant that she felt particularly silly when she was met with an entirely normal looking reception area.

The three story building's brown edifice and garishly bright sign proved a poor comparison to the welcome her eyes received here. The room was small, she could probably leap across it in under a second, but that concern quickly faded from her mind. Floral patterns covered the carpet, contrasting a neutrally coloured wall which was especially pleasing to the aesthetic sense Diana had picked up working at the museum. A thin wall (she could hear footsteps from the other side clear as day) partitioned another section of the room, and drew the eye directly to a desk backed by a couple of bookshelves repurposed as filing cabinets.

Leaning lazily on the desk was a thin girl who couldn't be older than 19, her pasty skin highlighted by bright blonde hair falling down in two straight lines on either side of her face, the rest tied back in a horse-tail (Diana could never remember if that was the right name?). Two tired, but entirely welcoming, blue eyes came ponderingly to a stop on Diana's own body.

She then realised her knees were still bent and her hand still hovered ominously at her hip. She drew that hand up into an awkward cough as she straightened up and strode towards the counter, her face making a heroic attempt at confidence, as she felt blood rush to her cheeks.

"Ain't seen your face here before, ya here on recommendation?" The waifish-looking girl's voice immediately grated on Diana's senses - she had yet to meet a tourist with this accent who wasn't infuriatingly stupid. But she was the champion of the Justice League, and she could face some minor embarrassment and an annoying voice if it meant the world would be safe. But as her gaze continued to survey the room with measured calm, she became more and more convinced the guardians of California had nothing to worry about in this quaint office of whatever-it-was.

"I'm Diana Prince, I came here because a friend recommended it." She returned with a well-practiced measured tone. It turned out that most in the world of men would simply accept whatever you said as long as you sounded calm and authoritative enough (Barry struggled with the latter, Bruce with the former - one of the many reasons Diana was the one best suited for this investigation).

But where she expected a bored look and flat acceptance, instead the young woman's big eyes lit up with excitement, her face creasing into a grin. "Well why din't ya just say so? Mister Flores will be just a mo', just take a seat over there!"

"Thank you." Not knowing what else to do, Diana bowed her head slightly and made her way to what turned out to be a particularly comfy chair. As she sank into the cushions, it became easy to forget how much her overcoat was making her sweat beneath the armour and the poor air conditioning in the room. Her eyes were already drooping sleepily while she saw the girl at the desk talk into a telephone.

Her eyes then opened to a soft Latin voice, only very slightly masculine.

"I see this room can make anyone sleepy. Diana, was it? Let me take your coat."

The man standing before her was not exactly the sort of supervillain she was used to. He wasn't particularly large, and didn't have the same crazed energy as Luthor either. Instead the olive-skinned man seemed to exude calm. A lightly haired arm reached out towards her, but she pushed it away gently and looked up at a face creased by lines of laughter and framed by dark brown curls of hair.

"No, thank you, I'll do it myself. Do you have a... room?" She shouldn't have been so careless as to fall asleep in enemy territory, but the kind look of those hazel eyes, and the friendliness of his shrug in reply put Diana immediately at ease.

"Of course, I can't have customers baring their hearts in front of Rebecca, can I?" His chuckle was deeper than his normal voice, reverberating pleasantly through the walls until Rebecca shot him a dirty look.

He turned to her with a smile that slowed down her mouth opening in a question. "She's a volunteer, you know. She really believes in the special therapy. Practically begged me to hire her after we finished her course." The way he talked with such pride made it sound like he was gushing about his own daughter.

Diana felt herself smile, any discomfort forgotten. "So that's why she was so excited about me being here on recommendation?" She could be a loyal underling rather than a grateful customer, but the whole thing just seemed to wholesome for the heroine to maintain any suspicion.

"Yep, this special treatment is more of a side business, really. We don't get many interested in it, so Rebecca's always happy to have someone to share it with. How did you like my sleeping room by the way?"

"S-so, I fell asleep because of the room?" Her mouth started to open in shock, but as that deep chuckle reached her ears again, her own gasp became a laugh.

"It's a big source of pride, if I'm honest. The same principles behind this special therapy, but it helps my normal work. You know how everything seems a bit clearer after you sleep on it?"

She nodded intently, following his logic and excited to hear the conclusion.

"Well it works the same for therapy, it's easier to talk when you have perspective, which makes my job easier, and recovery easier. Everyone wins!"

He did sound just too happy about being able to help people. He was definitely not suspicious, just slightly, well, cute she supposed. But Diana walked on, following him, she might as well find out what this was all about before she reported back to the others. She did want to find out more.

"Feel free to take off your coat, by the way." Flores said as his hair swished with the motion of moving around the desk to his seat.

Diana didn't even think about it. Of course she should remove her coat, it was warm in this American sun, and she trusted this man. He just had the look, his adorable smile. And his eyes. So intense, so full of the need to help. She sat down across from him, playing idly with her hair.

But then those calm eyes widened in shock, before returning immediately to their bright, but even, stare.

"I had a feeling about you, you know. Good to see I'm not just paranoid." His soft voice was now filled with a hint of danger, throwing Diana off guard. Her eyebrows moved to a small frown, with no smile on that man's face to calm her.

"What do you mean?"

His smooth hand gestured towards her. "You came here to fight me. Or at least you thought you could."

Diana looked down and saw her Amazonian armour on full display. Her hands balled into fists. What had she done? She was a fool! She-

A large hand closed around her fist and she felt herself looking at two still hazel eyes, closer now than before. The voice came back, moving easily through what little air was still between them.

"But I can also tell you don't want to fight, or I would have been disabled the second we were in the room. You want to find out more. You want to investigate. So just relax. I'll tell you what's going on."

He fists unclenched, her breathing slowed. Even in metal armour it felt like she was wrapped in a warm gown.

"You'll see you don't have to worry about me."

White teeth flashed through the smile, and Diana remembered that she trusted this man. He was a good man. She would listen to him. Bruce and Clark wouldn't have to worry about him. He was clearly no villain. His explanation would make it all clear. She leaned forward, even smiling slightly, all weapons forgotten. She wanted to know.

Flores seemed to breathe a sight of belief before his entirely amicable smile returned. "It's kind of funny, you're probably worried about those women who don't remember anything. To be honest, I don't mind either way if they do. But they wanted me to remove their memory."

The same way Diana wanted to know why. She kept listening, arms slack by her sides as she devoted all her energy to deciphering every word.

"You see, I provided some therapy in helping people with weird fetishes. At first I tried to help people get over them, but really as long as no-one is harmed I realised it's better to help those women just fulfil them. Of course, they're so embarrassed about it, not to mention because half of them are married, that I needed to use some experimental therapy to get them to forget."

She wanted to understand she really did, but this was just unbelievable, she had so many questions. But it all added up, and she did want to keep listening until he finished his explanation.

"Of course, I ask them to recommend me to one friend first. This is a business after all."

He deserved it of course. Diana still wondered if this was all true, despite wanting to believe, despite knowing it all made sense from a certain point of view. But she knew he was a good man who deserved compensation. She wanted to help him out as well.

"Now, miss Prince. Please, tell me why you're here. In full. You want to help me, don't you?"

Those hazel eyes looked at her expectantly. Deep inside she asked herself why, but she told him everything. The League, their suspicions, her role as a warrior and a protector, her plan to find out about him and detain him if necessary.

Her realisation that she didn't want to.

Her enchantment by those eyes and that smile. Every single thing about this place lulling her into a real sense of safety. Of appreciation for Mr. Flores.

"Thank you for the explanation, Diana." He said softly, his hand holding hers. "You realise that you are under hypnosis right now?"

"Of course, it makes sense."

"But you wanted to be, right?"

"Did... Did I?" Diana's mouth hung open in shock.

"Of course. A warrior of Themyscira like you, being brought under by a mere mortal man. That couldn't happen by chance, could it? No amount of visual tricks and words could do that unless you willed it. Right?"

Of course not. He could not have made her so compliant alone. She was stronger than this. Which meant there was only one answer to her wonder. She wanted to give control to him. To allow him to mould her into this state of relaxed compliance. She told him as much.

"Which is why you came to me to be hypnotised, right? You wanted me to fulfil this hypnosis fetish. It excites you now, doesn't it?"

Diana felt something she had not felt since that one night in Veld, and she understood. And she blushed. "I-I... Yes. I love it. It makes me feel good to be hypnotised by you. Better than I have felt in decades... But-"

"But it's horrifying isn't it? To know you have been so bested by your own desires?"

"Yes... I should be stronger than this, Flores. I should be but I don't want to be. All I want is for you to do this to me more. To go further. Brainwash me even. But I couldn't live with myself if I did!" She was stood up now, breathing heavily, her face less than an inch from his. Sweat ran down her back as her eyes glanced down at those lips. She wanted it, but she couldn't.

"I could make you forget." She could have sworn his lips brushed hers slightly as he said those beautiful words. "This could be our secret, even to yourself. I can make you feel like this again. Better. Further. Completely. And you will never have to know. Of course, I'll be wanting information on your colleagues as paym-"

"Yes!" Diana grabbed him, kissed him, tasted him. She was so grateful. This was what she wanted, needed.

"Well then, dear. Just two things before you wake up. First, you will remember how it feels to be with me when you receive a call from Rebecca, but you will not fall fully under until you are in this room, just that you want to."

She nodded with superhuman speed.

"Second, you won't know why, but you know you want to recommend this practice to the next female superhuman you meet, and use anything in your power to convince them."

Of course, she wanted to share this experience, why wouldn't she?

"Now. Drop, Diana."

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Ta-da! I'm back! Work has been kicking my ass for a couple of months but so help me I will give you guys hypno-stories! Hope you enjoy this one!

Description

Diana, Princess of Themyscira, gripped her longsword beneath a heavy black coat as she passed through the threshold of Flores Therapy.

She hoped the blade wasn't needed, but it didn't hurt to be prepared. While her armour chafed slightly, and was definitely uncomfortably warm on these Californian streets under her thick jacket (Barry told her it looked 'very noir' - she wasn't quite sure what that meant). Again, it was necessary. The guardians of men had been unable to work out why so many women had disappeared in the area recently, only to resurface at their homes completely unaware of the trouble they had caused. Even with Bruce's expert help, all Diana knew was that in every case the woman was a customer of Flores.

What they didn't know was what alien, monster or mastermind lurked behind those doors. And with Clark still in rehabilitation, Diana was the only one of the League they thought could stand a chance in the worst-case scenario.

All of which meant that she felt particularly silly when she was met with an entirely normal looking reception area.

The three story building's brown edifice and garishly bright sign proved a poor comparison to the welcome her eyes received here. The room was small, she could probably leap across it in under a second, but that concern quickly faded from her mind. Floral patterns covered the carpet, contrasting a neutrally coloured wall which was especially pleasing to the aesthetic sense Diana had picked up working at the museum. A thin wall (she could hear footsteps from the other side clear as day) partitioned another section of the room, and drew the eye directly to a desk backed by a couple of bookshelves repurposed as filing cabinets.

Leaning lazily on the desk was a thin girl who couldn't be older than 19, her pasty skin highlighted by bright blonde hair falling down in two straight lines on either side of her face, the rest tied back in a horse-tail (Diana could never remember if that was the right name?). Two tired, but entirely welcoming, blue eyes came ponderingly to a stop on Diana's own body.

She then realised her knees were still bent and her hand still hovered ominously at her hip. She drew that hand up into an awkward cough as she straightened up and strode towards the counter, her face making a heroic attempt at confidence, as she felt blood rush to her cheeks.

"Ain't seen your face here before, ya here on recommendation?" The waifish-looking girl's voice immediately grated on Diana's senses - she had yet to meet a tourist with this accent who wasn't infuriatingly stupid. But she was the champion of the Justice League, and she could face some minor embarrassment and an annoying voice if it meant the world would be safe. But as her gaze continued to survey the room with measured calm, she became more and more convinced the guardians of California had nothing to worry about in this quaint office of whatever-it-was.

"I'm Diana Prince, I came here because a friend recommended it." She returned with a well-practiced measured tone. It turned out that most in the world of men would simply accept whatever you said as long as you sounded calm and authoritative enough (Barry struggled with the latter, Bruce with the former - one of the many reasons Diana was the one best suited for this investigation).

But where she expected a bored look and flat acceptance, instead the young woman's big eyes lit up with excitement, her face creasing into a grin. "Well why din't ya just say so? Mister Flores will be just a mo', just take a seat over there!"

"Thank you." Not knowing what else to do, Diana bowed her head slightly and made her way to what turned out to be a particularly comfy chair. As she sank into the cushions, it became easy to forget how much her overcoat was making her sweat beneath the armour and the poor air conditioning in the room. Her eyes were already drooping sleepily while she saw the girl at the desk talk into a telephone.

Her eyes then opened to a soft Latin voice, only very slightly masculine.

"I see this room can make anyone sleepy. Diana, was it? Let me take your coat."

The man standing before her was not exactly the sort of supervillain she was used to. He wasn't particularly large, and didn't have the same crazed energy as Luthor either. Instead the olive-skinned man seemed to exude calm. A lightly haired arm reached out towards her, but she pushed it away gently and looked up at a face creased by lines of laughter and framed by dark brown curls of hair.

"No, thank you, I'll do it myself. Do you have a... room?" She shouldn't have been so careless as to fall asleep in enemy territory, but the kind look of those hazel eyes, and the friendliness of his shrug in reply put Diana immediately at ease.

"Of course, I can't have customers baring their hearts in front of Rebecca, can I?" His chuckle was deeper than his normal voice, reverberating pleasantly through the walls until Rebecca shot him a dirty look.

He turned to her with a smile that slowed down her mouth opening in a question. "She's a volunteer, you know. She really believes in the special therapy. Practically begged me to hire her after we finished her course." The way he talked with such pride made it sound like he was gushing about his own daughter.

Diana felt herself smile, any discomfort forgotten. "So that's why she was so excited about me being here on recommendation?" She could be a loyal underling rather than a grateful customer, but the whole thing just seemed to wholesome for the heroine to maintain any suspicion.

"Yep, this special treatment is more of a side business, really. We don't get many interested in it, so Rebecca's always happy to have someone to share it with. How did you like my sleeping room by the way?"

"S-so, I fell asleep because of the room?" Her mouth started to open in shock, but as that deep chuckle reached her ears again, her own gasp became a laugh.

"It's a big source of pride, if I'm honest. The same principles behind this special therapy, but it helps my normal work. You know how everything seems a bit clearer after you sleep on it?"

She nodded intently, following his logic and excited to hear the conclusion.

"Well it works the same for therapy, it's easier to talk when you have perspective, which makes my job easier, and recovery easier. Everyone wins!"

He did sound just too happy about being able to help people. He was definitely not suspicious, just slightly, well, cute she supposed. But Diana walked on, following him, she might as well find out what this was all about before she reported back to the others. She did want to find out more.

"Feel free to take off your coat, by the way." Flores said as his hair swished with the motion of moving around the desk to his seat.

Diana didn't even think about it. Of course she should remove her coat, it was warm in this American sun, and she trusted this man. He just had the look, his adorable smile. And his eyes. So intense, so full of the need to help. She sat down across from him, playing idly with her hair.

But then those calm eyes widened in shock, before returning immediately to their bright, but even, stare.

"I had a feeling about you, you know. Good to see I'm not just paranoid." His soft voice was now filled with a hint of danger, throwing Diana off guard. Her eyebrows moved to a small frown, with no smile on that man's face to calm her.

"What do you mean?"

His smooth hand gestured towards her. "You came here to fight me. Or at least you thought you could."

Diana looked down and saw her Amazonian armour on full display. Her hands balled into fists. What had she done? She was a fool! She-

A large hand closed around her fist and she felt herself looking at two still hazel eyes, closer now than before. The voice came back, moving easily through what little air was still between them.

"But I can also tell you don't want to fight, or I would have been disabled the second we were in the room. You want to find out more. You want to investigate. So just relax. I'll tell you what's going on."

He fists unclenched, her breathing slowed. Even in metal armour it felt like she was wrapped in a warm gown.

"You'll see you don't have to worry about me."

White teeth flashed through the smile, and Diana remembered that she trusted this man. He was a good man. She would listen to him. Bruce and Clark wouldn't have to worry about him. He was clearly no villain. His explanation would make it all clear. She leaned forward, even smiling slightly, all weapons forgotten. She wanted to know.

Flores seemed to breathe a sight of belief before his entirely amicable smile returned. "It's kind of funny, you're probably worried about those women who don't remember anything. To be honest, I don't mind either way if they do. But they wanted me to remove their memory."

The same way Diana wanted to know why. She kept listening, arms slack by her sides as she devoted all her energy to deciphering every word.

"You see, I provided some therapy in helping people with weird fetishes. At first I tried to help people get over them, but really as long as no-one is harmed I realised it's better to help those women just fulfil them. Of course, they're so embarrassed about it, not to mention because half of them are married, that I needed to use some experimental therapy to get them to forget."

She wanted to understand she really did, but this was just unbelievable, she had so many questions. But it all added up, and she did want to keep listening until he finished his explanation.

"Of course, I ask them to recommend me to one friend first. This is a business after all."

He deserved it of course. Diana still wondered if this was all true, despite wanting to believe, despite knowing it all made sense from a certain point of view. But she knew he was a good man who deserved compensation. She wanted to help him out as well.

"Now, miss Prince. Please, tell me why you're here. In full. You want to help me, don't you?"

Those hazel eyes looked at her expectantly. Deep inside she asked herself why, but she told him everything. The League, their suspicions, her role as a warrior and a protector, her plan to find out about him and detain him if necessary.

Her realisation that she didn't want to.

Her enchantment by those eyes and that smile. Every single thing about this place lulling her into a real sense of safety. Of appreciation for Mr. Flores.

"Thank you for the explanation, Diana." He said softly, his hand holding hers. "You realise that you are under hypnosis right now?"

"Of course, it makes sense."

"But you wanted to be, right?"

"Did... Did I?" Diana's mouth hung open in shock.

"Of course. A warrior of Themyscira like you, being brought under by a mere mortal man. That couldn't happen by chance, could it? No amount of visual tricks and words could do that unless you willed it. Right?"

Of course not. He could not have made her so compliant alone. She was stronger than this. Which meant there was only one answer to her wonder. She wanted to give control to him. To allow him to mould her into this state of relaxed compliance. She told him as much.

"Which is why you came to me to be hypnotised, right? You wanted me to fulfil this hypnosis fetish. It excites you now, doesn't it?"

Diana felt something she had not felt since that one night in Veld, and she understood. And she blushed. "I-I... Yes. I love it. It makes me feel good to be hypnotised by you. Better than I have felt in decades... But-"

"But it's horrifying isn't it? To know you have been so bested by your own desires?"

"Yes... I should be stronger than this, Flores. I should be but I don't want to be. All I want is for you to do this to me more. To go further. Brainwash me even. But I couldn't live with myself if I did!" She was stood up now, breathing heavily, her face less than an inch from his. Sweat ran down her back as her eyes glanced down at those lips. She wanted it, but she couldn't.

"I could make you forget." She could have sworn his lips brushed hers slightly as he said those beautiful words. "This could be our secret, even to yourself. I can make you feel like this again. Better. Further. Completely. And you will never have to know. Of course, I'll be wanting information on your colleagues as paym-"

"Yes!" Diana grabbed him, kissed him, tasted him. She was so grateful. This was what she wanted, needed.

"Well then, dear. Just two things before you wake up. First, you will remember how it feels to be with me when you receive a call from Rebecca, but you will not fall fully under until you are in this room, just that you want to."

She nodded with superhuman speed.

"Second, you won't know why, but you know you want to recommend this practice to the next female superhuman you meet, and use anything in your power to convince them."

Of course, she wanted to share this experience, why wouldn't she?

"Now. Drop, Diana."

-----

Ta-da! I'm back! Work has been kicking my ass for a couple of months but so help me I will give you guys hypno-stories! Hope you enjoy this one!