Batgirl blanched at the judge’s announcement of her deposition. She immediately grasped to what use Adult Entertainment Company International would put an iconic leather clad slave. Bondage shoots and staged catfights would be the least of it. She would
not be used to produce mere simulated porn; but filmed during total immersion in the bondage and discipline lifestyle. Each published humiliation advertising the effectiveness of the new ‘training and re-education’ facilities.
However, she stood calmly as the bailiffs snapped the collar around her neck. A show of defiance for the evil law would simply feed another “supers out of control” headline for the propaganda machine.
Instead she bade her time. The collars merely inhibited meta-human powers after all. It would not affect her training, and her training included techniques to ward off psychological attacks. Or so she assumed.
“Holey legal loopholes, Batman! This is totally whacked.”
“Indeed it is, Robin. But whacked or not, the law is the law. Batman’s hands are tied. This is a job for ... Bruce Wayne.”