To trap her and change her

When Barbara was looking on this place it appeared to be abandoned, but there were few truly abandoned warehouses in Gotham. The criminals in this city were attracted to the abandoned streets like rats to cheese.

There was some woman entering the warehouse now, so she knew it wasn’t as abandoned as it looked. Therefore it was time for action, with a swift flick of the wrist her grapple gun was in her hand.

The hook burst into the side of a building, giving her a firm grasp on building. Pressing the button of the gun she flew onto the building. From her utility belt she pulled out a shocker and threw it onto the lights. Blacking out the warehouse and giving her an entry.

She burst through the windows. In pitch black nothing could be seen. Landing in the centre of the building.

“Looks like someone turned off the lights. Are you here to take care of that?” someone asked.

Turning Barbara found herself surrounded, two dozen blonde women. At the head of them was a ridiculously busty woman dressed in green skimpy clothing, seven inch plant form heels.

“Nice outfit” she scoffed.

“I’m glad you like it. Soon enough you’ll be wearing one” the woman responded “get her girls”

They charged. Barbara flipped over them. She kicked one in the back. Who then flew into one of her friends. Another one managed to get a kick off, only for Barbara to block it with her arm.

“Stay back ladies” said the black haired woman “let me show you how it’s done”

The blondes backed off, leaving Barbara alone with this woman. She was preparing to gloat, a vulnerability that she would exploit. Delivering a full roundhouse kick.

This woman didn’t even flinch, but Barbara did. Especially when she heard the loud crunch and woman’s chuckles descend into maniacal laughter.

“Heh heh heh, foolish little girl. You are beneath me, everything you can do is something I can better. Your mind is all I require and it will be mine” she responded crunching her knuckles.

With unnatural speed she threw Barbara across the room into the wall with ease. Her eyes went fuzzy, and her head ached. It felt as if Superman had thrown her.

The last sight she saw was the woman slowly approaching her. Like a lion approaching it’s prey.

A/N: suggestions and ideas are always appreciated and welcome. If anyone has ideas for unique ways to corrupt Batgirl and Black Canary feel free to suggest them. Though unlike the Zatanna story, this one will be less focused on control the superwomen and more interested on the world domination aspect