Wonder Woman looked left, then right. Nothing.
The alley was clear. She slipped into the darkness and eased down to the door with the single bulb burning above it.
The door was closed, but careful inspection revealed it had been jimmied open.
Glancing up and to her left, she spotted the security box, with an illegal jamming devise attached to it.
"Catwoman is getting better," she muttered, then smiled darkly.
"But not good enough to escape me. Justice will finally prevail."
The voluptuous, raven-maned Amazon took a deep breath, thrusting out her impressive breasts in doing so.
Then she flexed her muscles, before starting to stretch.
Catwoman was not super powered, but she was a wily fighter and cunning adversary.
The super sexy vigilante would have to be on her toes to catch the infamous cat burglar red-handed.
The Amazon Princess was decked out in her legendary costume: golden tiara, red satin bustier, with a bright golden eagle on the front, its spread wing thrust across her breast cups, blue star-spangled, French cut shorts and red stiletto calf boots.
On her wrists were Amazonian bracelets, which were symbols of her all-female tribes enslavement by Hercules, and thus a warning about underestimating men.
The golden Girdle of Hippolyte encircled her narrow waist, highlighting her flaring, well rounded hips.
That ancient and sacred girdle gave Wonder Woman her amazing strength, speed and endurance.
Without it, she was just a normal woman.
The clatter of stilettos from inside the closed door alert the Amazing Amazon.
Wonder Woman eased back into the nightshadows and waited for Catwoman to make her appearance.
Just seconds later the door opened and Catwoman strutted out in all her arrogant glory.
Catwoman was a gorgeous woman. Tall and shapely, she also possessed an impressive rack.
Wonder Woman idly wondered if she had Amazon blood, considering how much like an Amazon she was built and moved.
The infamous cat burglar was raven-maned like Wonder Woman, but with emerald green eyes instead of baby blues like the voluptuous vigilante.
Her statuesque body was sheathed in purple spandex, with black thigh boots and black opera gloves.
Her face and head was covered by a purple cowl with cat ears, allowing her shimmering black hair to flow out beneath and behind, falling in silken waves to the small of her back.
Catwoman was attended by four henchmen. Two were large, burly men.
Two were petite, shapely women. The men wore dark purple suits and black masks, while the women work purple one-piece bathing suits, with fishnet stockings and black stiletto ankle boots.
They also wore black opera gloves and masks. Everyone was carrying a purple sack of stolen gems and jewelry.
"Another puuurrrfect crime, my sexy kittens," Catwoman said.