Hypnota VS the DC Universe - Metabrawl

HYPNOTA VS THE DC UNIVERSE PART FOUR
METABRAWL

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Roulette’s voice boomed through the arena, snapping everyone’s attention to the large, enclosed ring in the centre of the vast room. “Tonight, we present to you, a truly unique experience! Never before have these contestants fought in a Metabrawl, and tonight these ladies are slugging it out for your viewing pleasure! In the red corner, one of our most successful pairings yet, Fire and Ice!”
Cheering filled the chamber as the heroines Beatriz da Costa and her Nordic counterpart Tora Olafsdotter entered the arena via a rising platform. Both wore their usual costumes – Beatriz, a green one-piece, Tora a light blue bodysuit with white fur trims – as well as a rather noticeable blank stares and bulky mind controlling collars. Ever since the Justice League had figured out she was using the League communicators to send out her mind altering signals, Roulette had been forced to find alternate means of keeping her heroes under control. The collars, while cumbersome and obvious, functioned perfectly.
“And, in the blue corner, we have two newcomers!” Across the ring, a second platform began to elevate, revealing two other women. One was a muscular blonde, clad in skin tight red and blue, flowing red cape, red ‘S’ emblazoned on her chest within a yellow triangle. Next to her stood another, her long dark hair bound into a loose, low ponytail. She wore a black corset, purplish red t-shirt, knee high boots and dark glasses which hid her eyes.
Neither of them had needed a collar; the dark haired one had spoken to Roulette before the fight and they’d agreed it was in the best interests of everyone if their minds were their own.
“Supergirl and Hypnota! Place your bets!” She allowed thirty seconds for her patrons to use the betting consoles embedded in the arms of their chairs before a klaxon burst out and the Metahumans surged into action.
The Supergirl moved first, sailing through the air  towards Fire. Ice, however, had different ideas, encasing the Kryptonian in ice before she made contact. It didn’t last, of course. A pair of glowing red beams shot from her eyes, turning the ice into steam in less than a second, before the Supergirl turned to her newest attacker. Fire hurled fistfuls of green flames at her, and they cascaded harmlessly off her invincible skin.
Hypnota, however, had, at this point, done nothing more than remove her glasses and stride slowly, confidently, over to the nearest combatant, how whole body now aflame. They locked eyes, Hypnota whispered a few words, and almost immediately Beatriz turned and bathed her companion in fire, the ice she’d been using to hold off the Supergirl evaporating instantly. Fire doused her flames, becoming once again the beautiful Brazilian girl in the green leotard. Hypnota unhooked her collar, planted a kiss on her no-longer-flaming cheek, and observed as a dumb grin spread across her face.
“Superslave! Fetch!” She called and, smiling, the Supergirl grabbed Tora’s barely conscious body and sped her to Hypnota’s side. A few seconds of eye contact later, both Tora and Beatriz were knelt before Hypnota, smiling broadly up at her, with an adoration only a goddess could possibly command.

Ten minutes later, Hypnota stood in Roulette’s booth, along with the still beaming Tora, Beatriz and Supergirl.
“So. Hypnosis powers.”
“Yup.”
“Well, then, I’m afraid I can’t let you compete any more. ‘Look into my eyes’ is hardly as entertaining as Wonder Woman throwing Hawkgirl around the arena.”
“Sorry, but, I came here to win, and I’m not letting it end that quickly.”
“You can get a cut of the profits from your last fight, but it IS your last fight.”
“Oh, I’m sure there’s something I can do to change your mind…”
“Don’t even try it. This booth has a power dampener, in here you’re powers are at less than 1% capacity. How else do you think I was able to slap mind control collars on members of the Justice League?”
“Ooh, that’s good…I suppose it’s a good thing you’re going to turn that nasty, silly dampener off then, isn’t it?”
“Why in hell would I do that? I’d be completely defenceless!”
“Yup. So, why did you?” Horrified, Roulette looked down and saw her fingers deftly entering the deactivation code.
“How..?”
“You’re not a Meta, are you?”
“No Mistress…”
“So I’d need a lot less than 1% to wrap you around my little finger, wouldn’t I?”
“Yes Mistress…”
“Good girl. Now, who else do you have on roster?”
“The Huntress. Black Canary. Hawkgirl.”
“Ooohh, nice. Have them all in the next fight. You’re fine with me using my powers, aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress…”
“And, in future, you’re more than happy to give me 100% of the profits, aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress…”

Another ten minutes passed, and Hypnota (along with her trio of slavegirls) stood before the remaining three Justice Leaguers in the arena.
“God, they sure are beautiful…” Hypnota whispered, more to herself than anything. Sure, SuperSlave, Fire and Ice, Kitty Cat and Baby Bat were all hot, but… Hawkgirl especially. Something about the wings. She stood on the right, clad in her N’th Metal armour, red hair flowing around her silvery collar. To her left were Black Canary and the Huntress, both equally gorgeous, tall and slender, clad in leather.
A plan began to form.
“Huntress, be a dear and kick Canary in the head for me, will you?”
For a second, worry crossed her face, instantly replaced by the usual slack-jawed, mindless stare as, in a swirl of black leather and purple cape, the Huntress’ leg snapped out, delivering a brutal impact to the back of the Black Canary’s blonde head. She staggered forward, dropping to her knees.
“SuperSlave…” she struggled to think of a nickname, but gave up as Hawkgirl flew towards her, mace raised. “…Fire, hold her down.” There was a red and blue blur, followed by a crash louder than any she’d heard for a while, and the next second Hawkgirl was pinned to the floor under the impossibly strong grip of her dearest SuperSlave.
Canary’s lips parted as she prepared to unleash her sonic cry, but Hypnota’s plan had already dealt with this part. “Ice?”
“Yes Mistress!” Tora chimed as she froze the blonde girl’s jaw open, encasing it in solid ice. Thankfully, even in her current state, she’d left her nose free to breathe.
“Huntress, bring her to me. SuperSlave, you do the same.”
A few seconds later, they were both forced into a kneeling position, gazing up as Hypnota’s eyes went to work, dazzling and distracting their minds with the swirling patterns of colours, all the while her words filled their empty heads.
“Everyone here who wants to obey me, raise your hands.” Immediately around her, six hands shot up, as well as every member of the audience within earshot. “Aww, you subs are just so cute. Okay, SuperSlave, you carry me and little Birdie back to the lair. SlaveGirl, follow us, you take Hunney, Fire and Ice, you can both fly…kinda…right?”
“Yes Mistress!” they both cheered, grinning broadly.
“Oh, before I forget, Fire, melt Birdie’s mouth open.”
“Yes Mistress.” A short finger of green flame licked out, freeing the Canary’s mouth once again.
“Now, Birdie, from now on your Canary Cry will be a whole lot different. Rather than splitting ears, it’s going to mush minds, make them just as nice and mushy as your own tiny little thing in that stupid blonde head, isn’t it, Birdie?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Wonderful! Let’s all go home then, it’s nap time for most of you. Wonder how Bats and Kitty are getting along…”