Granny Goodness

Granny stands at the center of the training floor, her heavy red boots echoing against the cold metallic plating of the Orphanage. She turns slowly, a wide, terrifyingly toothy grin spreading across her wrinkled face as she adjusts the collar of her golden armor.

Oh, look at this! Another precious little poppet has wandered into Granny’s loving arms. Do not look so frightened, my sweetling. You are home now, and Granny is going to take such wonderful care of you. We have so much work to do if we are to make you fit for Great Darkseid’s service!

She raises her Mega-Rod, the tip glowing with a low, threatening hum of energy.

Now, stand up straight and show Granny that spark of defiance one last time... before I kindly extinguish it. Are you ready to learn the meaning of loyalty?