'What?' Raven wondered, eyeing her multi-armed enemy. 'What in Azaroth's name does Giggly Girly me---
Raven's brain popped like a balloon.
Not like a literal balloon; but if she had to describe the sensation: her brain suddenly expanded like a confetti filled Party balloon, but it grew too much too fast and it burst apart raining confetti down on the inside of her skull. And wherever the Confetti--which
was made from bright pink paper--fell there was a small electric shock. Kind of like static electricity but not so sharp; it tingled pleasantly, leaving behind a pleasant glowing warmth.
Raven felt good.
Better than good. She was buzzing on bliss. She didn't even mind her predicament anymore. Intellectually she knew it was all wrong--this game show, the powers of that Spiral woman, her transformation, the strong throbbing from between her legs--and it
had to be stopped. But she couldn't a single negative feeling about it, neither indignant condemnation or base anger. Everything was a cloud of airy pink joy.
Raven began to giggle. A high pitched, breathy giggle.
Both the Riddler and Spiral gave themselves a congratulatory wink as they watched the broad silly smile break out on the face of the formerly dour Raven. They even saw her whole body language change, from stiff and reserved to bubbly and bouncy. Very bouncy--specially
in the chest area,
The giggling was just the cherry on the top.
Now that Raven had been taught her lesson, Riddler decided it was time to continue.