Professor Hugo Strange

You stroke your beard thoughtfully. There was a lot to accomplish tonight and you hated disappointment. It would be a shame to have to vent your frustrations on one of the slaves again; using their body.

In your pocket you carried one of your recent inventions. It was a liquid compound capable of not only changing the physical form of whomever you injected it into but linking that shape to your own powerful mind. If you wanted their throat to seize up and constrict, you could will it so, if you wanted their breasts to grow, then you could will it so and if you wanted their body to freeze, unable to move, then you could will it so.

The first step was to track down one of your preferred targets for the night and inject the wonderful new liquid.