Note: My thanks to David, a fan of Supergran who contributed several ideas and scenes contained herein.
 
 

As Golgotha got ready for her practice session with the unfortunate Supergran, Wendy asked her mother. "Where's my little twerp of a brother? He should have been home by now!"

"He wanted to have that superheroine nun, Power Angel, that you brought home, help him with his math homework!" (See Teacher's Pet by GW  Teacher's Pet)

"Aw Mom! You know the little brat isn't going to do math homework the last day of school before vacation! If he does any at all, which I doubt, it'll be the last night before school starts again!"

Leticia winked. "Boys will be boys, Dear, and it is Yule time!"

Meanwhile, in Power Angel's cubicle, the unfortunate captive was lost in prayer, her only refuge from the horrors that had befallen her in the last year.

Billy, divested of all clothing slipped up quietly behind  the ethereally beautiful figure. Power Angel's first inkling of the boy's presence was a cruel pinch on her delicate pink nipple.

Bitter experience had taught Power Angel all too well, what Billy wanted. The virtuous superheroine tearfully protested against committing the grievous sin the youth had in mind. The result was all to predictable for a captive in Morganna's diabolical clinic. Billy came prepared, already wearing a green Kryptonite glove, that could inflict fearsome pain on any Kryptonian.

Meanwhile, Golgotha had completed her preparations and faced Supergran. Years of horrible suffering and shame, not to mention a long day mopping floors under Leticia's harsh supervision, had taken their toll. The venerable heroine, veteran of a thousand conflicts, trembled nervously as the inexperienced youngster stalked her.

Wendy had trained Golgotha well; the girl swiftly struck the first blow, and all the others too.

Only when she doubled Supergran over and stood on tiptoe could the diminutive Golgotha reach the tall, statuesque crimefighter's face, but the young Troll girl proved quite adept at doubling the Junoesquely proportioned grandmother over.

Finally Golgotha kicked the staggering, white haired crimefighter's legs out from under her and leaped on her for the kill.

Before Golgotha could batter the sobbing, pleading Supergran into oblivion, Leticia stepped in. It was time to start dinner preparations, and Leticia never let parental indulgence interfere with her meals.