Wonder Woman was doing laps in the YWCA* pool, her wristbands glinting in the fluorescent light. As she sliced through the cool water, tenseness gave way to fluidity and her mind wandered.
Tracking the Brown Recluse has been tedious, but soon I'll make a breakthrough and put that bum behind bars until Jeb Bush's grandson is president.
The scent of smoked salmon tickled her nostrils as she entered the changing room. "Red Sonja, I didn't know you were in town!"
"Ya, I vas troppink in to fissit dat nice Thor. He hass a svell apartment vif great bik rooms. Ve trow tings at each odder – donderbolts, chavelins, suchlike. Unt he is knowink some important people here. Maybe he runs for kovernator someday."
Why, that two-timing Teutonic twit! "Hitch your wagon to a star, girlfriend. Well, I have to run," she added.
Wonder Woman, in the guise of Diana Prince, ambled into the alley behind the YWCA. Of all the things on her mind, being accosted by an archvillain was next to last on the list. At a blow from behind, the thought of enemies was bumped to the top of her consciousness just before it slipped away.
* Young Women Crimefighters' Association