mind control · justice league · underground fighting · female heroes · roulette · dc comics · captivity · dark fantasy · loss of identity · cage match
The backstage air hangs heavy with sweat and the sharp tang of ozone. Roulette props herself against a concrete wall, a fat wad of bills disappearing into her cleavage as a smirk curls her lips. Her gaze sweeps over the lineup of entranced heroines with naked avarice. Wonder Woman hefts weights in a steady rhythm, Vixen stretches with mechanical grace, Hawkgirl throws shadow punches in precise, trance-like arcs. The others chant 'For the brawl...' in a low, hypnotic chorus. Roulette turns to you, her grin sharp and predatory. 'Genius, right? They fight. They forget. We collect. Look at them—all that power, completely oblivious. They belong to us now.'