Catwoman cursed her luck. They didn't have time to take Wonder Woman, or even time enough to retrieve that wonderful lasso.
But she had to smile when she thought of what they'd done to that proud Amazon warrior princess.
Wonder Woman was groaning and struggling to her knees.
Catwoman hissed at her, extended her claws and ran over. She slashed Wonder Woman's shoulder, leaving four red lines about four inches long each.
"Ha! Enjoy THAT, Wonder Slut!"
And with that, Catwoman raced away after her minions.
"Oh, Hera, I escaped," Wonder Woman groaned, idly wondering why her shoulder burned cold instead of hot.
It was odd. Then two cops arrived, panting and wild-eyed.
"Thank the Gods you arrived."
"Wow, Wonder Woman, is that you?" one cop said. Then he glanced down the alley at the retreating forms.
"Was that Catwoman?"
"Yes, officer, that was the evil she-villain, Catwoman," Wonder Woman said, struggling to her knees.
"Will someone, without saying anything, remove the lasso from my throat?
Please."
She didn't want them to say anything that might give her a compulsion.
The older of the two cops carefully removed the lasso and dropped it to the side.
Then he helped her stand. As courteous as the cops were, neither was able to tear their eyes from her naked body, especially her breasts, for more than a few seconds at a time.
So Wonder Woman dressed as quickly as she could, which wasn't all that fast.
She was exhausted.
Once she was dressed, she told the officers what she knew, promised to put in a good word on both of their behalves, and left.
It was very late, about five A.M. to be exact.