She admits it. Mostly.

She pulled herself into the other seat in the van. "Yes. I know about these collars. I even had one on for a while."

"Well, that one's going to remain on, permanently."

"We'll see. I got the other one off. I'll get this one off and next time we fight, I'm not going to hold back, I'm going to beat you down and then, I'm gonna get out my strap-on and I'm gonna fuck your ass until you cry like a little bitch!" She snapped.

"I'd have thought you saved that sort of behavior for your mother." Ultraboy responded.

"What? I didn--How did you--Who told you--LIAR!" She yelled, transparently guilty, transparently trying to cover for it, badly. She flew at him (figuratively) and pounded on him, accomplishing exactly nothing, his driving hand didn't even twitch under the onslaught. His other hand caught her by the scruff of her neck.

"How do you think I know? How did I know where you were coming out?" He asked smirking down at the helpless no-longer-super-villainess.

"How...only mom--what did you do to her?"

"Nothing that I haven't done to you. You're both powerless and she gave you up and you're on your way to her. I think she wants a little payback."

"You wouldn't...she wouldn't?" She began.

"I wouldn't. But I also don't have to rescue you. And your careers are over, she doesn't need you anymore. Think she might want a bit of payback now that you aren't partners, just two bitches?"