As usual, every inch of every detail on the superheroine's legendary costume was perfect - from the red-and-gold bustier that held her sizable breasts, down to the blue, star-spangled panties and red boots, and up to the tiara that held back the Amazon's flowing locks. Rounding out the outfit were the bulletproof Amazonian bracelets and, of course, the golden girdle that gave the Amazon her legendary superpowers.
I wonder how many of these cameras would still be here if it hadn't been me who caught these fine gentlemen? the Amazon thought idly, casting a sly glance at the "fine gentlemen" in question.
Said gentlemen - four in all - were currently standing to Wonder Woman's right. And they looked ready to start cussing up a storm any moment now. As was natural for a group of counterfeiters who had plagued the city months on end, only to be brought low by a single woman.
The five of them were slowly marching toward police headquarters, flanked on either side by a seemingly endless sea of reporters, photographers, and ordinary sightseeing citizens. The four men were all bound in Wonder Woman's legendary Golden Lasso of Truth - the end of which was tightly held in Wonder Woman's right hand.
As they neared the enormous building, several officers stepped up to meet the five. The most prominent-looking of them - Police Chief Chester Bailey - saluted the superheroine.
"Thank you, Wonder Woman. The police can take it from here."
Wonder Woman nodded, and slowly removed the lasso from the four counterfeiters. Their freedom, however, was short-lived; seconds later, the other officers snapped steel handcuffs onto the criminals' wrists, and marched them into the building.
Chief Bailey gave the counterfeiters' retreating forms one last look, before removing an envelope from his pocket and handing it to Wonder Woman.
"The mayor asked me to give this to you. Said it was found on her front desk this morning."
Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow at the envelope, which was indeed addressed to her. Fan mail for her was certainly not uncommon, but the post office had a specific system in place for it. Putting an envelope on the mayor's desk - which few people could even access in the first place - was definitely not part of that system.
Shrugging, the Amazon opened the envelope and withdrew the letter inside. Quickly, she scanned the contents:
Wonder Woman's expression grew even more puzzled. Was this a prank letter or something? It had to be. A trap set by one of her many enemies would have threatened innocents - or offered valuable information on some criminal's whereabouts - as collateral. As this letter was written, the writer had absolutely no guarantee that she wouldn't just toss it aside.To the esteemed Wonder Woman,
You are undoubtedly this city's - and perhaps, the nation's - premier superheroine. However, there is still much for you to learn. Come to the superheroine school at the intersection of 32nd and Brooks, where a cornucopia of crimefighting knowledge, not to mention a thousand fun experiences, await you!
Class begins at eleven A.M., sharp. Don't be late!
But nevertheless, her curiosity was piqued. It was only a few minutes to eleven right now, and there didn't seem to be any other emergency present, so maybe she would just go check it out...
"So, what does it say, Wonder Woman?" Chief Bailey suddenly interrupted the Amazon's train of thought.
Wonder Woman shrugged again. "Just a prank letter, chief. Nothing to worry about."
Before the chief could inquire further, Wonder Woman tucked the letter into her girdle and flew away, heading for the intersection of 32nd and Brooks.
And as the Amazon sped off into the distance, one person in particular - inconspicuous in both characteristics and outfit, and flawlessly mingled with the rapidly-dispersing crowd - cracked a devious grin.