Batgirl in “Detention: Villains Style (aka Mad Mod)” (M/F)
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 1:04 am
Batgirl (aka Barbra Gordon) slowly woke up, trying to get an idea of her surroundings. She found herself in a green room with a checkerboard floor and several flights of stairs leading to other doorways. She was sitting in the middle of the room with steel cuffs trapping her wrists, ankles and waist to the chair.
”Ugh. What happened? I remember fighting a robotic George Harrison in the Gotham Bank vault when the door was slammed shut and there was this gas...” she thought to herself before shouting, “Hello, where am I?”
“Right where you belong, my ducky: in school.” A british voice responded.
Suddenly, the door to the north was kicked open and revealed her captor: a tall lanky man wearing a black undershirt, a Union Jack Mod Jacket, white pants, tan boots and a white ascot. He sported cherry-red hair, a ruby-tipped cane and had teeth that would make any dentist shiver. He slid down the stair banister and hopped down in front of her (bound) feet.
“Allow me to introduce myself, luv. I’m Mad Mod. You’re the only student at Mad Mod’s Academy For Bratty Superheroes and I'm here to teach you a lesson.”
“What kind of lesson? Arithmetic? How to pilot a blue submarine?” Batgirl asked teasingly.
“First off, it’s ‘yellow submarine’. Pick up a bleeding Beatles record once in awhile! And second, it’s not that kind of lesson.” Mod tapped the cane and suddenly, the chair Batgirl was in turned around to face the back of the room, which had several pictures of the evil Brit on the wall.
“You’ve been quite the misbehaving brat recently. I’ve been watching you, Batgirl-“
“Creepy much?”
“-and I’ve witnessed your rotten behavior.” Another tap of the cane switched the images of Mod into pictures of Batgirl.
Mad Mod pointed to each picture as he continued. “You’ve been doing some rotten things, lass. Fighting crime” (points to a picture of her dropkicking Harley Quinn) “Saving lives.” (Points to a picture of Batgirl carrying a girl out of a burning building) “Ruining the hard work of super villains.” (Points to a picture of Batgirl punching Music Meister in the jaw) “It’s just sickens my stomach, much like how it sickened me when I watched that Sgt. Peppers movie with The Bee Gees.”
“I don’t know, I thought Alice Cooper was good in it-“
“I’m getting off topic! Look, point is that you need to learn some respect. You see, I’m older than you, which means I’m bigger, badder and I know how to teach a snot like you some manners.”
Batgirl scoffed. “What are you gonna do? Show me your recent dental x-rays?”
Mad Mod snarled before tapping his cane again, rotating her chair so that she faced a photo of Mad Mod wearing a powdered wig. Another tap of the cane turned the photo into a video of a swirling black and white pattern.
”He’s trying to hypnotize me! Must resist!” Batgirl told herself as she closed her eyes and turned away from the screen while trying to free her wrists and ankles.
“Don’t bother struggling, luv. Those shackles are electronically locked, so your struggling is useless. But, it seems you need some help paying attention.” Suddenly, a pair of robotic hands sprang from the chair and pried the heroine’s eyes open. Another pair of hands grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at the screen.
”No! It can’t end this way! I still have that class project to do and-wait. He said the chair had electronic locks.”
While Mad Mod had been watching Batgirl (again, kind of creepy), he must have been watching an episode of Monty Python while Batgirl was tricking out her utility belt.
“Shockwave!” she shouted. Suddenly, a shockwave of electricity emitted from her belt. The wave shorted out the electronic locks, allowing Batgirl to jump out of the chair, roll away from the hands and throw several batarangs at the screen, shattering it.
Batgirl turned towards the Brit and smiled. “I recently updated my belt. Now, it can unleash a wave of electricity just by me telling it to. Is that all you got, you blustery Brit?”
“Far from it, my ducky. I’m not even close to done with my lesson plan.” Mod said as he tapped his cane. Before she could react, a pillar of smoke appeared and enveloped the tyrannical teacher. When the smoke cleared, Mad Mod was gone.
This battle between Batgirl and Mad Mod is far from through! What will happen next? Tune in next time to follow out!
”Ugh. What happened? I remember fighting a robotic George Harrison in the Gotham Bank vault when the door was slammed shut and there was this gas...” she thought to herself before shouting, “Hello, where am I?”
“Right where you belong, my ducky: in school.” A british voice responded.
Suddenly, the door to the north was kicked open and revealed her captor: a tall lanky man wearing a black undershirt, a Union Jack Mod Jacket, white pants, tan boots and a white ascot. He sported cherry-red hair, a ruby-tipped cane and had teeth that would make any dentist shiver. He slid down the stair banister and hopped down in front of her (bound) feet.
“Allow me to introduce myself, luv. I’m Mad Mod. You’re the only student at Mad Mod’s Academy For Bratty Superheroes and I'm here to teach you a lesson.”
“What kind of lesson? Arithmetic? How to pilot a blue submarine?” Batgirl asked teasingly.
“First off, it’s ‘yellow submarine’. Pick up a bleeding Beatles record once in awhile! And second, it’s not that kind of lesson.” Mod tapped the cane and suddenly, the chair Batgirl was in turned around to face the back of the room, which had several pictures of the evil Brit on the wall.
“You’ve been quite the misbehaving brat recently. I’ve been watching you, Batgirl-“
“Creepy much?”
“-and I’ve witnessed your rotten behavior.” Another tap of the cane switched the images of Mod into pictures of Batgirl.
Mad Mod pointed to each picture as he continued. “You’ve been doing some rotten things, lass. Fighting crime” (points to a picture of her dropkicking Harley Quinn) “Saving lives.” (Points to a picture of Batgirl carrying a girl out of a burning building) “Ruining the hard work of super villains.” (Points to a picture of Batgirl punching Music Meister in the jaw) “It’s just sickens my stomach, much like how it sickened me when I watched that Sgt. Peppers movie with The Bee Gees.”
“I don’t know, I thought Alice Cooper was good in it-“
“I’m getting off topic! Look, point is that you need to learn some respect. You see, I’m older than you, which means I’m bigger, badder and I know how to teach a snot like you some manners.”
Batgirl scoffed. “What are you gonna do? Show me your recent dental x-rays?”
Mad Mod snarled before tapping his cane again, rotating her chair so that she faced a photo of Mad Mod wearing a powdered wig. Another tap of the cane turned the photo into a video of a swirling black and white pattern.
”He’s trying to hypnotize me! Must resist!” Batgirl told herself as she closed her eyes and turned away from the screen while trying to free her wrists and ankles.
“Don’t bother struggling, luv. Those shackles are electronically locked, so your struggling is useless. But, it seems you need some help paying attention.” Suddenly, a pair of robotic hands sprang from the chair and pried the heroine’s eyes open. Another pair of hands grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at the screen.
”No! It can’t end this way! I still have that class project to do and-wait. He said the chair had electronic locks.”
While Mad Mod had been watching Batgirl (again, kind of creepy), he must have been watching an episode of Monty Python while Batgirl was tricking out her utility belt.
“Shockwave!” she shouted. Suddenly, a shockwave of electricity emitted from her belt. The wave shorted out the electronic locks, allowing Batgirl to jump out of the chair, roll away from the hands and throw several batarangs at the screen, shattering it.
Batgirl turned towards the Brit and smiled. “I recently updated my belt. Now, it can unleash a wave of electricity just by me telling it to. Is that all you got, you blustery Brit?”
“Far from it, my ducky. I’m not even close to done with my lesson plan.” Mod said as he tapped his cane. Before she could react, a pillar of smoke appeared and enveloped the tyrannical teacher. When the smoke cleared, Mad Mod was gone.
This battle between Batgirl and Mad Mod is far from through! What will happen next? Tune in next time to follow out!