Lois Lane sat in her office and glowered at the front page of the newspaper: “Justice League Saves World.”
“Hey, Mama,” Supergal said as she flew through the window. Clara Lane's long pigtails, dyed blonde, jiggled as she came to a stop.
“Have you seen the newspaper?” Lois asked as she heaved herself to her feet.
“Yeah!” Clara said. “We saved the world!”
“And that little brat Bryce Wayne is featured front and centre while you're off to the side!” The feared, “ball-busting” middle-aged publisher of the Daily Planet glowered at Clara. “I thought I told you to make sure you're the most prominent hero in all the pictures!”
Clara wrinkled her button nose in confusion. Her pigtails, freckles, and well-tanned skin gave the “cute farmgirl” look. Certainly different from her much more urbane mom.
“Sorry, Mama,” Clara muttered.
“Sorry isn't enough! You promised me you'd work harder!”
It was the case with all of the Justice League. It was a team entirely composed of teen girls, each one with an incredibly overpowering, bossy mother obsessed with her daughter's fame and success, vicariously living through her daughter's celebrityhood.
Just like Bryce Wayne's.
“Young lady, I just read that interview you did!”
Bryce rolled her eyes in annoyance as she lay on her body in her goth-styled bedroom. “Yeah, Mom?”
“Come down here and talk about it!”