Timeline: During 2.09: Winner Take All

This particular oneshot was suggested by AlphaGodzilla19.

The first thing Terra noticed when she woke up was a massive headache. She hadn't felt one this big since Uncontrollable Geokinesis Accident #79: the time since she accidentally slammed a boulder into her forehead.

"Ugggghhhhh… what happened…?" she mumbled.

"You wandered too far from the giant T, my little duckie."

Terra blinked and saw a man with bright red hair, a suit jacket emblazoned with the Union Jack, and crooked teeth.

She was visibly unimpressed. "Robin mentioned you, Mad Mod. He said you're nothing but an old man with smoke and mirrors."

"Not anymore, blondie." Mod shoved his jewel-tipped walking stick right in Terra's face. "This nifty gem steals youth from your rowdy generation. Bet you were wondering what happened to that old guy you passed in the street begging for help. 'Twas the perfect distraction to catch the newest Titan by surprise."

"That won't happen again," said Terra with a threatening glare.

"It won't need to once I've taken care of the lot of ya!" Mod replied. "How fortunate for me that Snotty let you wander off by yourself."

"Hey, the boys got zapped away by some alien force yesterday. I don't really know, it's not my problem." It was then that Terra looked up and noticed she wasn't tied up like she thought, but was instead held in place by a robot wearing a red military uniform and black fur cap. "What the hell is this thing?"

"Just the first of the King's Guard who'll serve me when I retake America in the name of Mother England!" Mod proudly proclaimed. "The injustices of 1776 will be reversed once and for all under King Moddie!"

"Oh, for a second I thought you might be a serious threat." Terra chuckled with a smug grin. "Y'know, Markovia also became independent in 1776. The HRE was too busy sending their best soldiers to fail against the colonists that we just slipped away and started ruling ourselves." She relished the rage on Mod's face. "Your stupid plan will never work, anyway. Silly villains like you always lose."

"Not bloody likely!" The Brit yelled. "There'll be no Teen Titans to stop me 'cause you'll be my vehicle to destroy them from within!"

Terra rolled her eyes. As if she wasn't already doing that for Slade. "I'll pass."

"You don't have a choice, Miss Duckie! Now look at the hypnotic telly!"

A video monitor then descended in front of Terra, displaying a black-and-white swirl.

Terra quickly shut her eyes. "If you tell me to look, I'm not gonna— hey!" A bunch of wires suddenly shot out of the robot's back and forced her eyelids open.

"Nice try, but the Brits invented this technique to use on me so I know it works!" Mod shouted.

"But did they tell you not to take me to a base with a stone floor?" Terra's eyes then glowed bright yellow. The floor rumbled and a giant boulder erupted out of it, destroying the screen. She then sent it careening toward the robot, knocking its head off which allowed her to slip free into a fighting stance. "How 'bout I show you some of my techniques?"

"If it's a fight you want, then let the first battle of my revolution begin!"

Mod dashed over to a computer on the side of the room and frantically pressed keys. A bunch of missiles launched from the walls but Terra easily evaded them.

"Stay still, you little bugger—oof!"

Terra had flung a giant rock right at Mad Mod, knocking his cane to the floor. As soon as the jewel hit the ground, he revered back to his true elderly self.

"Bollocks!"

The next thing Mod knew, Terra was right in front of him, eyes aglow, aiming a bunch of sharp rocks right at his body.

"I think my boss will be happy to know I beat a villain all by myself," she said. "Ready to surrender, Moddie?"

But Mod just scowled at the Titan. "A true Brit never surrenders."

"Alrighty, then."

Terra was seconds away from delivering a devastating blow, but she miraculously disappeared with a flash of white light. The rocks fell to the ground, leaving the old Brit mostly unharmed.

Mod stood up after a few seconds, regathering his composure. "That was weird… but yet another victory for the mighty British! Divine intervention that proves my cause is right! God save our gracious King! Ha!"

Markovia being established in 1776 is a fun DC lore fact I discovered in the process of writing this chapter and it fit this scenario so well.