After coming tantalizingly close to escape Wonder Woman and Supergirl were captured by Kanto, Darkseid’s personal assassin.
While Supergirl quickly found a place by his side Wonder Woman’s stubborn pride had to be worn down bit by bit until all that was left of the proud Amazon princess was a babbling wreck begging Darkseid for forgiveness.
Now what will become of them?
Marcus Lycus
July 2013
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Chapter 8 – Reforged
“Come on boys, we can take her. Claim her head and we regain our station!”
“They say she’s a Female Fury huh? I hear she’s just one of Merciful Mammon’s whores!”
“Surely no match for three of Darkseid’s finest!”
The three burly men advanced into the arena. It was vast, filled with pillars, platforms, pits and walls, a veritable labyrinth for the victims send to fight in it. Today three of Darkseid’s warriors had been thrown into the arena for the crime of singing a bawdy tavern song, a high crime for men whose entire lives were supposed to be devoted only to Darkseid.
They faced the arena’s new champion, some off-worlder who’d already beaten some of the lowlies and beasts sent against her.
But surely she would stand no chance against three trained warriors! They clutched their sword and maces tight, moved in a close formation so that no one could catch them by surprise. Above them they could see the endless stone stands where crowds of Hunger Dogs howled for blood and bet their meager coins on the outcome.
The odds-makers were offering 10 Darkseid Dukets to 1 against the three hardened warriors.
The gravel crunched under their sandals and the red light from the burning braziers cast the arena in a hellish glow. The roar of the crowd was distant and almost lost to the warriors.
They walked for several minutes, despite their bravado they were jumping at shadows. They’d already passed two corpses left behind by the arena’s latest champion.
“Hhk!” The one in back choked as a rope wrapped around his neck and he was dragged around a corner. The other two spun and ran after him but he disappeared into a dark pit. They stopped at the edge, they heard a girlish shriek of pain and then his battered helmet flew out of the pit at their feet.
They turned and ran. One fell, perhaps on a snare, perhaps out of clumsy haste. His friend never even slowed down even when the fallen warrior was howling for mercy.
Finally the last one reached a dead end and turned to face his pursuer.
“Come on now! Let’s see how you do face to face!”
She stepped into the reddish light. She was tall for a woman, and perhaps her skin had been beautiful once but not it was marked with scars and cuts. She wore a mismatched outfit of scavenged armor held together by rags and straps. On her head was a full helmet, with only a Y-shaped slit giving a glimpse of her features. In one hand she held a small single-bladed axe, in the other a length of rope. Her prey laughed.
“Are you here to fight or to cut wood?”
The rope shot out entangling his hand, she jerked it and with a loud pop his arm was dislocated. He roared in pain and charged, his good hand holding his barbed sword high. The axe lashed out in a long arc and severed his forearm at the elbow, blood showered the scared woman. Her rag-covered foot rose and kicked him in the chest knocking him back on his ass. He screamed and writhed on the ground, his useless limbs flailing. The woman ignored him and picked up the severed arm. She pried his dead fingers from the sword and held it. She tested its edge by cutting her own forearm. Seemingly satisfied with the weapon she raised it and brought it down on the warrior’s neck.
The crowd roared! Money changed hands. The arena champion, the off-world princess known as Wonderful Diana had won again!
Wonderful Diana crept cautiously down the tunnel to the cell she now called home. On her back she carried a sack with a few weapons and bits of armor from the day’s battles. In her other hand was the warrior’s sword. She’d killed more than a dozen people that day, and found some useful items.
Her eyes darted to and fro, she’d learned that even though the game was over she was never safe. Behind her she heard more roars, more screams. Another game had begun.
She had no idea how long she’d been in the arena. It never closed. One battle bled into the next. First she might be fighting for her life. Then a group of lowlies might be pitted against a monster from some forgotten world, then two brothers might be forced to fight to the death. Whatever entertained the crowds.
The arena was a great unifier for Apokoplis’ society. Everyone from the lowest rabble to the highest noble might come to watch, to wager, to enjoy the fruits of Darkseid’s rule.
And to be reminded that if they stepped out of line, they might find themselves performing.
She saw other shadowy figures in the tunnel but the shied away. This time at least.
She slowly opened the door to her cell and kicked a stone in. There was no motion. She slipped inside and slammed the door behind her, barring it without turning her back on the room.
She saw the weapons she’d captured, the spare rags, straps and armor, and the small bust of Darkseid.
This time it seemed nothing had been disturbed.
One a shelf facing the door was the head of the last intruder. It was a useful reminder to any potential thieves.
She dropped the sack and with a grunt removed her armor, stripping to her scarred skin.
“Thank you Great Darkseid for another victory and another day of life.” She muttered without thought.
She fell onto the pile of rags that served as a bed and in minutes was in a light, fitful sleep.
She dreamt of being dragged through the halls of Kanto’s palace babbling like a fool begging for Darkseid’s forgiveness. She had a blurry memory of a green garden, unlike anything she’d seen since leaving Earth. There Kanto had questioned her as Supergirl looked on.
She could barely recall what was said save for one thing.
“If you want a place among us. Earn it.”
Her next memory was being dragged, still naked, still bleeding from being whipped, up a tunnel and then tossed out into the floor of the arena.
Wonder Woman rose to her knees and looked around. She saw the vast stands filled with Darkseid’s subjects. She heard them roar as another warrior emerged.
He was enormous. Towering nearly eight feet tall and covered in spiked armor. He carried a five-foot long carved metal club in one hand and an ornate shield in the other. Only a bit of his grey skin was visible through a Y-shaped slit in his helmet.
The crowd cheered him.
Wonder Woman could hear someone offer 50 to 1 odds on the frail female. He got few takers.
She looked at her wrists, she could still see the marks of where her bracelets had been.
The warrior looked down at her and bellowed a laugh. He swung his club to the side, shattering a stone column.
When Wonder Woman did not react he took a step forward. Then another. After just four of his long strides he was within reach of her. The Amazon was still on her knees, looking up at the warrior’s armored form.
He swung the club, the blow could have shattered her skull like a melon but instead it only grazed her head. Wonder Woman landed on her side her vision blacked out.
The warrior raised his arms and accepted the praise of the crowd.
He lifted her and tossed her onto the broken column. Wonder Woman moaned as the sharp stones cut into her burning back.
The warrior discarded his club and shield. He removed the spiked codpiece between his legs. His thick member, as long and thick as a man’s forearm protruded out, aimed right at Wonder Woman’s most tender spot.
The crowd chanted “Brutal Balthazar! Brutal Balthazar!” Some detached part of Wonder Woman’s mind concluded that was his name.
“Thank you Great Darkseid for this gift!” He bellowed with a voice like cracking boulders. “I thought I had a battle this day, instead I shall have a feast!”
“Take her! Take her!” The crowd roared anew, the force of their voices shaking the arena.
Weeping openly Wonder Woman drew up her legs, leaving her pussy open and unguarded.
Diana looked up at the banners glaring down at her, each one had the face of Darkseid. She closed her eyes and prayed for guidance.
“…earn it…” She remembered Kanto telling her. “Earn it.”
“You are mine!” Brutal Balthazar yelled! He took a step forward and…
Wonder Woman’s legs shot out, both of her heels smashing into his pelvis like a pile driver.
Brutal Balthazar roared and collapsed in a heap, his hips shattered his legs jerking out with no support.
Wonder Woman howled and leapt atop him. She tore off his helmet. She found a rock in her hand and brought it down on Balthazar’s face again and again watching his features disintegrate into red goo.
The crowd roared, first in outrage then in approval.
“Praise Darkseid!” They chanted “Praise the new champion!”
Wonder Woman rose to her feet, Balthazar’s helmet in her hand, a bloody rock in the other. And she howled.
“Praise Darkseid!” She cried. “Praise him!”
Wonder Woman’s eyes opened. Someone was in her cell! Her hand went to the sword and it was swinging before she finished the thought.
Kanto caught it in his hand and twisted in from her grip. He tossed it lightly over his shoulder. Wonder Woman climbed to her knees and prostrated herself before Kanto.
“Master…” She hissed.
“And me! Hello Wonderful Diana!”
Kanto’s whore floated behind him, garbed in black and silver. The blonde waved but Wonder Woman ignored her.
“You’re doing well I see” Kanto said gesturing to the trophies and weapons. “And you’ve won me many Darkseid Ducats.”
Wonder Woman lowered her head accepting the praise.
“So allow me to show my appreciation.” He nodded to his whore and she floated out returning with a covered silver dish. With a flourish she removed the top to show a thick slab of roasted meat.
Wonder Woman half rose to her feet before looking to her master for permission. Kanto smiled and nodded. Mumbling “Praise Darkseid” the Amazon seized the meat by the bone and tore into it with her teeth ripping off huge chunks and barely slowing down to chew. She’d learned to take her food and her sleep where and when she could get it.
Supergirl let out a low whistle. “Guess she was hungry huh Master?” but everyone ignored her.
Wonder Woman cracked the bone with her teeth and sucked on the marrow. Supergirl took a step too close and she growled. The blonde quickly floated behind her master.
“And that’s not all. I also have another gift for you.”
Supergirl looked at him puzzled. Wonder Woman focused on licking the juices from the dish.
“Your old partner Superb Kara, I give her to you as your slave.”
“Master? What?” Kanto touched her neck with this neuro whip ring and Supergirl fell to the ground howling in pain. He pulled her up by the hair and locked an iron collar around her neck. He tossed Wonder Woman a ring with a large jewel. “Press the gem if you need to discipline her.”
Wonder Woman nodded and grunted affirmatively as she slipped the ring on her finger. She touched it and Supergirl once more howled and went into convulsions. Wonder Woman, still crouching on the floor, finished her dish and returned to sucking the marrow from the bones.
By the time Supergirl recovered Kanto had left. She lay face down in the cell, still dressed in the black and silver parody of her noble costume. She wore a tight black top trimmed in silver with a lightning bolt-shaped ‘S’ across her modest breasts. A black micro mini with a silver belt barely covered her private parts (she wore no underwear) and black boots with a silver line down the center covered her feet. A black cape lined in blood red hung behind her. The mix of sexy and dark made her look like a Nazi cheerleader. She looked at her friend, still naked, with blood stains on her body, crouching on the floor licking her fingers.
“Uh, wow… Diana I can’t believe it! We’re together again! This is great! You must have planned this right? What’s our next move?” She crawled closer to give Wonder Woman a hug but the dark haired woman growled at her.
“No, no, Diana it’s OK, he left, you don’t have to pretend anymore. Tell me what the rest of your plan is!”
Wonder Woman looked again at the blonde. Her skin was still unmarked, her face filled with hope and relief, her eyes so big and blue. Her voice so loud. She was clean. She smelled of perfume. She touched the ring again and listened to Supergirl’s howls.
When the skinny blonde could breathe again she knelt before Wonder Woman, bowed her head low and returned to the sing-song tone she used with the creatures of Apokolips. “Mistress, great Mistress, Wonderful Diana, your humble s…” She stumbled on the word but caught herself. “Your humble slave is ready to serve you, serve you any way you wish. How may Superb Kara serve Wonderful Diana?”
Wonder Woman grunted and pointed to the dried blood on her breasts. Supergirl was confused for a second but a gesture towards the ring clarified her thoughts nicely. “Yes mistress, of course mistress, Superb Kara clean kind mistress.” She found a basin of water and a rag but Wonder Woman shook her head. She pointed to Supergirl’s lips. The blonde swallowed but understood.
Supergirl knelt down on all fours and licked Wonder Woman’s breasts tasting the dried blood and dirt, she continued down to the nipple teasing it with her tongue feeling it get hard under her attentions. All her time in Kanto’s service she’d dreamt of seeing Diana, of doing this again, but never knew it would be in a situation like this!
She moved her attentions to Wonder Woman’s right breast and then to her belly. Her tongue traced the contours of a few new scars. Finally Wonder Woman took Supergirl’s head and roughly rammed it between her own legs pushing until the blonde’s nose was deep in her bush and the struggling girl had to lick her or suffocate. She felt Wonder Woman’s body stiffen, tremble and then relax. Wonder Woman let out a soft grunt. She jerked Supergirl by the hair and pulled the slim blonde up to the level of her breasts, without further prompting Kara sucked on a nipple as Wonder Woman drifted into a fitful sleep. Finally Supergirl quietly raised herself on one arm and looked at her friend’s abused body. Her time in the arena had not been kind, Wonder Woman’s fair skin was marked in dozens of places with deep scars even her miraculous constitution could not heal. But worse yet was her face, twisted in rage, even in rest she hissed and growled. Supergirl shook her head, was there anything left of her friend underneath that mask of pain and rage?
“Diana” she whispered. “I don’t know if you can hear me, I don’t know if there’s anything left of you after everything that’s happened. But I want you to know I… I love you Diana. And I know there’s still good in you.”
Wonder Woman hissed and shot an elbow into Supergirl’s stomach. She lowered herself and sucked again on the Amazon’s nipple until she became quiet again.
The two heroines awoke to the sound of trumpets and roaring crowds. Wonder Woman rose and grunted at Supergirl. With some pointing and gestures from her new mistress the blonde was able to dress the Amazon in her mismatched armor and send her out to fight.
Wonder Woman grunted at the cheering crowds and raised her sword in salute to the Imperial alcove. The box was deep in shadow, it was impossible to tell if any of the court, much less Great Darkseid was present but she offered her salute anyway.
Across the arena three pods opened with a hiss and three woman fell to the rough ground choking and gasping for breath.
The first one to gain her feet was a petite dark-haired woman dressed in red and gold. Despite her distress she never let go of her slim sword. Behind her was willowy blonde, her shapely body covered in what looked like a mix of black and neon body paint. With the brunette’s help she finally made it to her feet. The third woman was a tall statuesque redhead dressed in a black and pink asymmetrical outfit straight out of an 80s music video. It took her a few minutes to get up, neither of her companions offered her any aid.
“Katana, where are we?” The blonde asked, fear clouding her pretty face.
The Asian woman looked around at the arena and the red glow on the horizon. She was a martial artist, a swordswoman, not a cosmic traveler. “I… have no idea Halo.”
“The last thing I remember is fighting those demon things and then… blank.”
“I’m not surprised. After all that’s your usual state of things Halo.” The redhead finally said with what she thought was cutting wit but everyone else thought was just bitchiness. She floated up off the ground and her eyes were surrounded with a blue glow. “A simple telepathic scan should… oh… oh no. Katana! Halo! We’re on Apokolips!”
“Huh? Looker what’s Apokolips?”
“Darkseid’s home world.” Katana spat.
“Who?” Halo asked.
“Geeze Halo are you just the dumbest-“ Looker began.
“Sssh.” Katana hissed. “Someone is watching.”
“Don’t worry guys one of my telepathic scans will-“ A rope shot out of the shadows and wrapped around Looker’s neck cutting off her air and destroying her concentration. Before Halo or Katana could react the redhead was dragged back into the shadows.
“Katana what should I-“
“Fly up, but not too far, and be ready with your stasis aura. We’re on the most dangerous world in the universe and have to be ready for anything.”
The two ran into the shadowy alcove, Halo’s powers dispelling the darkness.
“Looker? Are you OK?” Halo saw the redhead lying on her stomach, the buns of her tight ass sticking up like two small melons. “Looker?” She landed next to the bitchy redhead. “Loo-AH!” She screamed. Looker’s head was gone!
Katana ran up and hugged the innocent blonde turning her head away. “Don’t look Halo, don’t look.”
“Oh Katana who would do such a thing? Who would?”
“From what I read in the Justice League files this is a world of monsters Halo, you can’t imagine the cruelty here.”
“I don’t want to! I want to go home!”
“Don’t worry Halo, I promise we’ll-“ Katana was silenced as a rope wrapped around her neck and pulled her off her feet. Halo took a step forward but a punch to her face knocked her out. By then Katana had regained her feet, cut the rope and pointed her sword at the attacker. “I don’t know who are but you won’t find Katana such easy prey!”
The newcomer was a scared woman in mismatched armor, her face covered in a full helmet with only a Y-shaped slit exposing her features.
She hissed and their swords met.
Supergirl watched the arena for a while but got bored. She stepped outside the cell and wandered around finding the water trough. She splashed some cool water on her face and looked around. The gladiators and slaves steered clear of her, they knew she was the champion’s slave and no one wanted to risk Wonderful Diana’s wrath.
Well she’d see about that.
Supergirl knew she’d never last long here without some friends she could rely on. So it was time to go out and make some. She spotted a fit-looking gladiator near the trough. He had rippling muscles and few scars which told Supergirl he’d been in a few fights and lived to tell about them. So Supergirl winked at him and walked up. She swirled her hips making her black micro-mini skirt dance and showing everyone watching that she did not wear panties. Still the others moved out of the way as she put her arms around his muscular body and kissed his neck.
“Hello kind master, want to make joy-joy with Superb Kara?”
Katana fell to the ground exhausted. She had to use every ounce of her strength, skill and speed just to hold off this woman, she never even had a chance to attack! And now she’d tripped on the skeleton of some past combatant and it seemed the battle was all over. Her opponent raised her sword and smiled.
Luckily the modern samurai was not above using some dishonorable tactics when she had to.
She swung one hand in an arc and three metal stars flew from it. Her attacker deflected two of them with quick motions of her sword but the third landed in her forearm. Odd. The gladiatrix had raised her arm to ward off the throwing star and just let it sink into her bare wrist.
The distraction gave Katana the second she needed to spring from the ground and land a solid kick on the attacker’s helmet knocking it off. She landed and swung her sword at the attacker’s bare head but the gladiatrix easily deflected the blow. Katana backed up, ready to resume to pattern of defending and retreating but this time with a key difference. She could see Halo stirring behind the attacker. She just had to hold the woman’s attention for a little longer and her friend could blast her from behind.
She blocked two, then three of the attacker’s swings but each time she was a bit slower. She was tiring, if Halo didn’t recover soon…
But then she looked her attacker in the eye and froze when she saw the face.
“Wonder Woman?”
Which was all the Amazon needed. She stabbed Katana through the chest killing her instantly. The Japanese woman’s dead fingers released her sword and Wonder Woman grabbed it by the hilt as it fell. She tested it. It was sharp and had a good balance. She could use this.
She heard a gasp from behind her.
“K-Katana? Are you OK?“ Halo looked closer. “Oh no…” She doubled over and puked.
Her concentration gone Halo could do nothing but retreat as Wonder Woman advanced. “Please no… no… please… mercy!” She begged.
Wonder Woman spun and lopped off the blonde’s head with Katana’s sword.
“This is mercy” she hissed.
If it ever occurred to her that she’d once known the three women and counted them as allies, she never showed it.
In the stands above two well-dressed spectators applauded politely. One was a tall lean man dressed like a medieval count. He turned to his companion, a small wrinkled woman in heavy armor.
“Well Granny, I would call that a success.”
“Bah! Kanto’s way is too slow. Granny would have had them both broken months ago.”
“Perhaps, perhaps, but there would always be doubts. Did they really break or is there some scrap of their old selves left ready to burst out at the worst moment. How many times have you told us Scott Free or Big Barda were broken eh?”
Granny frowned at that.
“But these two, these two chose their path and found it led inevitably here. They have no more hope, no more dreams, they have accepted their fate. Indeed they have embraced it.”
Wonder Woman was holding Halo’s head over her letting the blood run down into her hair.
“I believe there was a wager?” Kanto added.
“Where is the other one? The wager was for both.”
“The other one spent the last month telling me every secret about Earth’s heroes. I can show you the records if you doubt my word.”
“No matter. I concede that Crafty Kanto has broken and reforged these two trouble makers. And I will pay.” Granny reached into a pouch and took five Darkseid Dukets. “But Kanto is still too slow.”
“Uh! Yes, oh Great Darkseid yes! Harder! Make joy-joy with Superb Kara, make joy-joy! Joy-joy!”
Supergirl’s screams could be heard from the entrance tunnel as Wonderful Diana returned. Her body was covered with a fresh layer of blood and dirt and in one hand she carried the heads of the three women who had opposed her. She heard Supergirl’s cries and the arena champion frowned.
Lost in her pleasures Supergirl never noticed her mistress approaching the water trough. Until the waves of pain hit her. She screamed and her muscles convulsed. For the gladiator fucking her against the wall it was a moment of heaven as Supergirl’s cunt squeezed his dick like a vice and her slender arms pulled him in tight.
But the moment was fleeting as Wonder Woman lopped off his head.
Supergirl fell to the floor screaming in pain, screaming in horror as blood coated her and she realized she had a dead man inside her. Wonder Woman wrenched her by the hair and dragged her back to her cell. Once inside Wonder Woman tossed the blond aside and placed the three heads on a shelf to gaze lifelessly at the room. Then she lashed cords tightly around the screaming blonde’s wrists then threw the other end of the rope over a hook in ceiling and pulled Supergirl off her feet. She selected a leather strap and prepared to discipline her errant slave.
“Please mistress, Superb Kara be good! Superb Kara good!”
Then the door opened again.
In the distance Wonder Woman could hear drum beats and even loud booms which she knew were not drums.
Kanto entered and smirked. “Wonderful Diana, Superb Kara, so nice to see you getting along so well.”
Wonder Woman bowed her head and hissed. Supergirl sobbed a few times and stammered some sort of welcome.
“I have great news for you both. It’s time. The war with Earth has begun. You chance for revenge on the heroes who abandoned you is finally here.”
“Excellent.” Wonder Woman hissed. “Excellent.”
Behind her Supergirl cried.
Epilogue – The Justice Liberators
"I suppose you're wondering why I called you here today." Donna Troy said to the assembled visitors. The seven of them were in a disused meeting room in the JLA Watchtower. In the main hall most of the heroes on Earth were holding a party welcoming back the Flash, long believed dead, while mourning the new Flash who seemed to die in the latest crisis. But this small group was not here for the revelry.
Donna stood at the head of the table dressed in her new costume. It followed the general lines of Diana's Wonder Woman costume but was black and silver where her adopted sister's was red and gold. Even her lasso was silver, as if to underscore that Donna Troy was second best.
"Indeed." Mera, Queen of Atlantis said. "Since the death of my husband I cannot spare much time for 'superheroing' I have royal duties that must be performed." The tall regal redhead had declined to take a seat. Instead she stood towering over the other guests. She was dressed in a skintight outfit of green scales and carried her husband's royal trident in one strong hand. A golden crown was perched in her hair in case anyone failed to recognize her authority.
"And I'm supposed to head back to Earth 2 in a few days." Power Girl added. The short-haired blonde was casual, leaning back in her seat with her hands behind her head. It was a pose that all served to accent her massive breasts straining against her white one-piece leotard and almost popping out of her 'boob window'. Donna wondered if the boob window was some sort of Earth 2 fashion trend that never caught on in her Earth. Of course you'd need a bust like Power Girl or Wonder Woman to pull it off.
"Relax guys, we're all busy Donna and I were on the Titans together and I'm sure she wouldn't have called us here without a good reason." Jessie Quick threw in. The slim athletic blonde wore a red leotard that left her long lean legs bare. She was more patient than most heroines, but when you could run at several times the speed of sound you tend to have a lot of free time.
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Said Arisia. The golden-skinned girl projected a star map with her power ring. "I mean Earth already has what 3 or 4 Green Lanterns, so how come I'm needed?" The alien Green Lantern was shorter than many of the women here, her golden skin and pointy ears, along with her pixie cut blond hair, made her look more like an elf than one of the most powerful people in the galaxy.
"And I'm just a rookie with the Teen Titans, I didn't even know you knew me Wonder Woman." Added Miss Martian. She was a red-haired, green-skinned girl in a short pleated skirt, and a white costume that looked more like a sailor suit than a superhero costume. She was about the same height as Arisia but like her size had nothing to do with power. As a Martian she could change her form and had physical powers that rivaled Donna's, maybe even Power Girl's.
"Please" Donna said "Don't call me Wonder Woman, I know that's what the press has been calling me but I'm not ready to take on that name just yet. In fact that's part of why I called you here. Just call me Donna."
"None of you see what's going on huh?" Batgirl asked with a shake of her red mane. "Look at us, do you see the pattern?" The room's third redhead was dressed in a grey and yellow version of Batman's iconic uniform and if rumors were to be believed was just as smart as the Dark Knight Detective himself.
"Well we're all women…" Jessie ventured.
"Well all females at least." The alien Arisia corrected.
"And we all have connections to the JLA founders." Power Girl added. "I'm Superman's cousin from Earth 2, Donna Troy is Wonder Woman's adopted sister, Jessie is connected to the same speed force as the Flash, Arisia is a Green Lantern, Mera is Aquaman's wife, Miss Martian and Batgirl are kid sidekicks."
"I'm more of an apprentice, a partner really." Batgirl said indignantly.
"So what's the story?" Power Girl demanded of Donna.
"It's been months since Darkseid's attack and Wonder Woman and Supergirl's so-called 'deaths'." She said making air quotes around 'deaths'.
"They were blown up along with the Star Gate. They found their burnt bodies. In fact that's why I'm here pitching in. So what's with the 'so-called'?" Power Girl demanded.
"My sister appeared to me a few days ago. In a dream."
Batgirl groaned and planted her face in her palm. "Oh a dream… you sure you didn't just have some anchovy pizza before dinner?"
"Batgirl, my sister and I fight monsters out of myth and hang out with the Greek gods. Don't be so quick to dismiss dreams! Anyway she appeared to me, she and Supergirl, they're alive and they're in trouble. And if we don't help them we may lose them forever."
"So why not tell the Justice League?" Power Girl asked.
"I did. They had the same reaction Batgirl did. So I knew I needed to form my own team. Besides after their ordeal they may not want to see a bunch of guys, so I called you. Together we will be called – the Justice Liberators!"
"So you already decided all this huh?" Power Girl said incredulously. "I mean I'm flattered but some of us barely know you."
"I know, I know, but somehow I felt, I just knew you were the right ones to call."
"Oh great, there's a rational way to pick a team." Batgirl complained. "What's next horoscopes and tarot cards?"
Mera made a dismissive gesture with her trident and headed for the door. "I'm sorry Donna, I feel for you but I cannot spare the time for a wild salmon chase."
"I'm sorry too Mera. I'm sorry everyone. But I have to do this." Donna took out a small golden box covered in high-tech patterns. She pushed a button and there was a loud BOOM!
And the seven heroines disappeared.
Afterword
Well that was fun.
Dark but fun.
And people really seemed to like it.
And I got to kill off the Outsiders for like the third time. So that’s always good.
Supergirl’s costume this time was inspired by the Dark Supergirl costume from a story around 2005 or so. Wonder Woman’s costume and her fate were inspired by a few panels in Final Crisis. We see her taken down, and after that we see her serving Darkseid in a barbarian costume with her back covered in scars. I wish they’d told that story, it would have been a lot more interesting than Final Crisis!
I know it ends on a cliffhanger but I dunno if I'll ever get around to writing a sequel to this, I always have more ideas than time. But I'm sure everyone's fevered imaginations can come up with lots of entertaining possibilities for what misfortunes might befall these seven heroines trapped on Apokolips or whether Supergirl and Wonder Woman will come to their senses as they lead an invasion of Earth.
In the meantime I'll be getting back to Chronicles of the Crimson Cobra and Superman Enslaves the DC Universe. If you liked this check them out or some of my older works like Stella and the Minx (which is basically of 50 issues of Supergirl and Batgirl and informed a lot of how I wrote Supergirl here) or the Global Protectors.
And, as always, please write me and let me know what you think!
Marcus Lycus
July 2013