Flushing the toilet, the President stepped out of bathroom. He was about to turn the light off when his ears detected, "Didn't hear you wash your hands, Mr. President." Standing in the bathroom door way, he stared at a white hair woman sitting at his desk. She was wearing a blue suit jacket, a white shirt buttoned up, thin rimmed glasses, the looks of a modern business woman. Her pink eyes and tanned skin bothered him a bit.

"Campaign acting," he thought.

Walking towards her, "Can I help you, Miss…"

Staring at him, "Price, Miss Price," she answered resting her chin on her palm leaning her left arm against the chair arm.

"Well, Miss Price how can I help you?"

"One, cancel some arrest warrants."

Smiling that smile that got him elected in the first place, "What arrest warrants? I left let the Attorney General handle that."

"But you advise him now some recent ones for high political assassinations and hacking."

Now he recalled them. They were about some crazy religious fanatics who thought demons existed and killed them. They called themselves Knights Hunting Demons or KHD. Personally he thought it was bull. Holding a bible leaving a church on Sunday did make good TV and got a few votes.

"Yes, I do recall them."

"I like them to be canceled. Now, tell me who wanted them issued."

"Can I have my desk?"

Getting up, "You need the Sword of Damosles," she remarked walking towards the front of the desk.

"She had to be at least thirty yet she moved like she was eighty," he thought.

Sitting down, his left hand crept towards the top desk drawer.

"Don't bother with that magnum."

"You took it?"

"Removed the bullets."

He was getting a sense of déjà vu. His finger moved towards the alarm button, but he had a feeling it wouldn't work. It did to work that's why they tested it a day after he issued those warrants. He pressed it. Two Secret Service agents entered the room.

"You shouldn't done that," she remarked.

"Escort Miss Price to a padded jail cell."

The agents walked towards her. With her back to them, her hands motioned towards them and they went flying against a wall. They slid towards the not to get up.

"Hope to avoid this," she said motioning her fingers.

Again he got that déjà vu as his mind went to sleep.

"Now Mr. President, who wanted those arrest warrants?"

"Don't know."

"Description?"

He started twitching. Someone blanked his mind. Actually they blocked it. Moving her fingers, she had to remove that block. It depended on the remover and the blocker. If the blocker was powerful and she didn't know what she was doing, she would kill the President. She did know how to remove blocks. The blocker had the right idea, but it was easy like removing bricks from a wall by starting in the middle.

The description came. It sounded like an average male with black hair, but it was his black robe that got her attention. It sounded like the robe of a Church of Blood priest. Adding to the report of a portal opening up in Jump City, it made sense. Trigon was making his move and Rath wasn't in Jump City to stop him.

"Delays, delays," she thought lighting a cigarette.

"Now Mr. President, remove those arrest warrants," she said puffing on her cigarette.

One problem solved. Picking up the remote, she pushed a button then doors on a wooden cabinet opened revealing a TV the screen was a news cast of Superman standing in the path of a orange car with the Confederate flag on the roof top. General Lee was written along the edge of the flag. If the driver of the General Lee was who Victoria thought it was then Superman didn't have a chance.

Picking the President's phone up, "This is Victoria Price need my helicopter. Do you like your manhood stay intact? How about the transcending power of pain? Good," hanging the phone up.

Puffing on her cigarette, she hated new age fags.

"Don't lie to yourself. You want it.

Open the door! Open AHHH," then the drums kicked in.

Before she could hear, "Hell on Earth," tapping against driver side window drew her attention to Flash motioning her to roll the window down which she did.

"Yes?" she asked keeping one eye on the road and the other on Flash.

"Pull over," ordered Flash.

"What?"

"Pull over!"

"Wait a moment," turning the radio down during the "Desecrator -Violator," section,

"What were you trying to say?"

"Pull over!"

"You're cute."

"Why, thank you."

"Bet all that running is why you got such a hot toned ass."

"Well, can't brag. That and eating right keeps this finely toned body going."

"I know someone could be added to your diet."

"This is a problem. I'm a superhero and you're a fugitive."

"We can keep it between us," blowing a kiss to him.

Blushing, he turned his head away allowing Jess to toss a metal sphere ahead of him which dissolved into a pool of oil.

"Now miss…"

Slipping, he landed in the pool of oil. Trying to get up, he fell down again. More he got up and fall further she got away.

Scarlet Speedster became another victim of Jess's theory about men.

Suddenly the engine revived up and the needle jumped. She didn't have the pedal all to the floor board, so she stuck head out the window. Noticing a green hand lifting the General Lee off the road, her brown eyes followed the green beam towards the hovering Green Lantern.

Grabbing her back pack, she dug through the contents until she found a baseball sized gray sphere.

Sticking her head out the window again, "Hey John!" she said staring at Green Lantern, "Catch!" throwing the sphere at him.

Seeing the sphere heading towards him, he directed his ring towards it dropping the General Lee which drove away. Green light struck it causing a sonic boom. Covering his ears, he didn't notice metal bands flying from the debris and wrapped around his wrists and ankle. Two metal pieces clipped to his ears and played "I Love You, You Love Me," by Barney the purple dinosaur, isn't that cruel and unusual punishment.

"I been in the right place

But must've been the wrong time

I said the right thing

But must've used the wrong line

I been on the right trip

But must've used the wrong car

Head's in a bad place

Wondering what is it good for

I been in the right place

But must've been the wrong time

My head's in the bad place

To have such a good time," she sung along as the Batmobile pulled beside her and side swipes her.

"Road hog!" she yells turning the steering wheel counterclockwise.

Doing a 180, she drove backwards and parallel to the Batmobile. Pulling a tube with a trigger guard out of her back pack, she aimed it at the Batmobile's driver side window. Pulling the trigger, suction cup shot from the tube landed on the window. Acid oozed from the pores of the cup dissolving the glass allowing several metal marbles to disburse into the Batmobile. Hitting the floorboard, smoke emitted from the marbles filling the cab up with smoke.

Seeing the Batmobile weaving, she did another 180 and slammed the General Lee into the Batmobile causing it to crush into some yellow bucket barriers.

"Got an air bag?" she thought listening to the next track.

"I feel so good. I feel so numb

Mud bath acrobat a midnight drive

Everybody slipping. Everybody survive

Radio talk show trying to project

Everything you need when you got to connect."

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" a figure in a red cape

"You feel it," appeared ahead of her.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" who could it be?

"You see it," a red S on his chest.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Superman was the next road block.

"You want to make it alright," putting a lead sphere into the tube.

Getting Superman into the crosshairs, she pulled the trigger sending the sphere at Superman. He caught and crushed it causing green kryptonite gas to cover him.

"Blacken the sun," he breathed the gas in, "What have I done?"

"I feel so bad. I feel so numb."

Turning the steering wheel, "Blacken the sun," she sent the General Lee into a skid, "What have I done?" hitting the coughing Superman with the rear end of the General Lee, "I feel so good," sending him into the air, "I feel so numb."

Straightening the General Lee, she continued to follow the highway.