Another block over, she made sure she is very alone, spun around and a bright enveloping light engulfed her.
A second later it was gone, and so was her Wonder Woman costume.
She was Diana Prince again. Her long, black hair was pulled up in a bun at the base of her skull, non-prescriptions glasses on her face and normal work clothes: gray wool skirt to just above the knee, while silk shirt with high
collar, and black stiletto pumps. Then she found her car, got in and went home.
Once inside the apartment, she cranked the AC down, stripped out of her clothes until she was just wearing a lacy white bra and matching panties.
Victoria Secret. Diana's secret vice.
She LOVED that place.
Checking the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator, she couldn’t find anything she wanted to eat.
She hadn't gone shopping in two weeks, since she'd been too busy tracking Catwoman down.
All for nothing, since the sexy burglar escaped justice.
Again.