It's the middle of the 21st century, and chaos is everywhere. You've just spent the better part of 36 hours fighting bad guys. It's been a rough couple of days... and it seems like they're all like that.
Now you've finally alighted in your modest apartment, the home of your alter-ego, Diana Prince. You take off your tiara and rub your forehead. You've had a number of physically trying altercations. You can't wait to take a hot bath.
Placing your tiara on the hallway table, you then fidget with the clasp on your power belt, finally popping it free of your waist. You exhale with relief, placing your hand on your aching belly. Sure, you're Wonder Woman, but it's getting rough out there, and you're not getting any younger.
You look at yourself in your full-length mirror.... |