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The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author. It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the author is given proper credit. Wonder Woman - Dr. Psycho's Mind Games by Steve Zink This story was inspired by and done in tribute to a number of pictures done by Tebra, a few from Kirk Lindo, and one by Joe Gravel. It also borrows some ideas and a few words posted to Superstories Addventures, along with some capped pictures done by Luke to give tribute to them. After trying over the years to get the better of Wonder Woman using his own mental skills and also various abilities borrowed or stolen from other super beings, Dr. Psycho finally decided to go to a scientific genius for help. Lex Luthor normally kept his devious inventions to himself for his own agenda against the Man of Steel, but when he was asked by the grotesque midget villain for a device to bring down Wonder Woman, the bald super criminal figured this could be a step toward Superman himself and decided to help. So when Dr. Psycho was contacted and told to visit the lab in Luthor's Metropolis corporate headquarters building, his spirits lifted. It would not be wise to visit Lex in his usual, easily identified form, so before leaving for the trip to Metropolis Dr. Psycho used his ectoplasmic extractor to change himself into a tall but more or less nondescript looking, middle-aged black haired man. With the code words prearranged between he and Lex, Psycho was given ready access to the LexCorp building once he got there. After a brief stop to be checked by Mercy, Lex's gorgeous security expert, he went in to confer with Lex in person. After a few minutes of villain to villain chat, the two went to the special elevator leading from Lex's office to the lab buried well below the bottom level of the skyscraper. The bald super villain led his 'customer' to the far corner where a glass cylinder stood. "Psycho, this may look like normal glass, but in reality it's a special polymer that can resist the strength of even a super being's blows. I'm not sure about it withstanding Superman's heat vision, but for your purposes, it should be more than adequate. I suspect from experience that you won't even be worried about fists if your hypnotic abilities are put to good use." Psycho nodded. "Correct, Lex. Or at least as far as I have planned. Now, what about the device you worked on for me?" Lex pointed to a unit mounted in the top of the cylinder. "There it is, Psycho. Tests on homeless vagrants have shown results leading to what you want, but in reality, the Amazon will be a real test to see just what the Parody Pulsator can do. In some way or another that sanctimonious bitch will end up as a woman with a totally opposite personality. I'd like for you to let me know just what the result is and how her costume changes during the process." "Of course," Dr. Psycho replied, "and I hadn't figured on her costume being affected by the pulsator also. That's an added benefit." Then, as he looked at the entire assembly, Lex's customer asked, "But how will I get Wonder Woman into the cylinder?" Lex grinned. "That's the fun part, Psycho. Watch this." Lex reached for a small control box and pressed a button. The seemingly solid cylinder rose into a collapsed or compressed circle surrounding the Parody Pulsator on the ceiling. "You saw how quickly it went up, but just wait until you see how fast it can come down." Another button was pressed, and in what seemed like the blink of an eye the cylinder was back in place. "Even if you don't have the Amazon knocked out or otherwise senseless, this can come down and trap her." Dr. Psycho grinned his approval. "Looks perfect, Lex. All I need to do is rig a false ceiling so that this device is out of sight and it should be perfect. I presume in its compacted form it can be shipped and handled reasonably easily. Now, just how much do I owe you for this little jewel?" "If I was to ask for money for this device," Lex said with a wide grin, "I doubt very much you could afford it, Psycho. But I don't want any money; I just want the results of your first for real use of the machine so I'll know if I can indeed use it on big blue and a few other heroes I'd love to get out of the way. If it does what I hope, we'll have new allies in crime, instead of old heroic enemies." "Ah, in that case you have my deepest thanks, Lex. Now, if you can get this device packaged and sent to the site I told you about in Gateway City, I'll get back there and set myself up to meet the Amazon." "Of course, Psycho. Please tell me, I know you won't have Wonder Woman come to you in your true form. Are you going to see her as you are right now?" "Ha, ha," Dr. Psycho laughed in reply. "No, in fact I've already been preparing her for the visit. The Amazon has been having some fascinating nightmares and visions lately, provided by me, of course, and to find out why she is having such strange dreams it has been arranged for her to visit Doctor Yvonne Simons, a specialist in superhuman psychiatry." Lex crossed his arms as he raised an eyebrow. "And perchance, am I standing before Dr. Simons?" "Yes, indeed," Psycho answered with a grin. "It's a bit too involved a process to change right here in front of you, Lex. Perhaps you'll meet her at some point during this working trial run of the device." "Right, I'm hoping it will be she who will give me the results of Wonder Woman's change," Luthor told him. "Okay, we'll get this all packed up and I'll have the guys doing the delivery see if you want any help setting up in your office." "Thanks, Lex. Since they're already familiar with the device, let your guys know I'll let them do all the set up work. Now, lead the way back up and out of here, please." Luthor nodded, then waved an arm in the direction of the elevator. Lex let Psycho off at ground level, then went all the way back up to his penthouse suite. * * * * * As soon as Psycho got back to Gateway City, he went to the office leased to Dr. Yvonne Simons. Since everything going on for the next few days to a week would involve the psychiatrist herself, he put the ectoplasmic extractor to use for the second time that day. Moments later, the black haired man was replaced by a tall and very shapely and well proportioned female with wavy blonde hair going halfway down her back. "Ahh," she said in her soft and sexy enough to be a phone sex operator voice, "back into the form of the woman who has already talked to and will soon meet Wonder Woman. And most likely, the last person to ever see the Amazon, too! Ha, ha!" She giggled, almost like a gleeful high schooler. The usually male villain had played female roles before, but never to the extent he intended to this time. Psycho wanted Yvonne to appear totally at ease and normal to his enemy when she showed up at the office, so he had decided to live as her even overnight when it wasn't entirely necessary. Living as Yvonne for a few days to a week or more would make her seem like just who she pretended to be. The only thing Psycho was worried about was having something happen while Lex's techs were installing the device; as a female, SHE would be much more easily injured in an accident, not to mention having to possibly fend off any sexual advances they might make. 'Just let one of them try that,' she thought. 'I'll get him separated from his companions and he'll soon join me as a member of the fairer sex. A much more exotically built member of the fairer sex who will draw lots of attention on the streets!' For the next two days and nights, Dr. Yvonne Simons mentally fed more and more horrendous visions and nightmares to Wonder Woman. By the time she would be able to come in for a visit, the Amazon would be a real mental case. On the third day, the team of technicians from LexCorp arrived with Luthor's new toy. Taking advantage of her much increased height, Yvonne had already reset the hung ceiling of the office. It took the techs only three hours to install the Parody Pulsator in the gap between the hung ceiling and the true ceiling above. They also cut through the false ceiling where the cylinder would descend and disguised it almost perfectly with the circle still being in place but hooked to an ultra quick snap switch to slide it out of the way in the thousandths of a second it would take for the cylinder to drop into place. To Yvonne's half disappointment and half thankfulness, none of the guys made any eyes at her, let alone come on to her. As soon as the job was done, they were history, leaving no sign that they'd even been there to any but a very careful eye. Yvonne was not worried - she knew just where to look for the circular cut out, and she could barely notice it. With good timing, Yvonne got a phone call from Wonder Woman an hour and a half after the Luthor team left. "Let me check my schedule, Wonder Woman, hold on a moment." She stalled as if having a clerk look through an appointment list, then came back with, "Yes, if you can come in tomorrow afternoon after 3:30 I should be able to see you with nobody else here to spot you." She nodded as the Amazon told her about the building mental stresses she was feeling, then said to watch for her at 3:40. "Very good, Wonder Woman, I'll be here all by myself and watching for you then. Goodbye." Just for reinforcement, as soon as she hung up Yvonne projected another horrific visage to the Amazon's mind. 'I'll let her have tonight off,' she mused. 'That way she'll be fresh and open for the end of her present life tomorrow.' Unlike the Amazon, who even without prompting from her foe would toss and turn all night, Yvonne slept very soundly that evening. Anxiety was banished from her mind, replaced with the idea that this would most likely be the last evening that she'd sleep as a female. For the time being, at least. * * * * * The buxom Amazon shifted with a bit of embarrassment on the leather couch. "Thank you for agreeing to see me, Doctor. I...admit that I'm a bit hesitant about coming to see you, but I've heard that you've not only helped people with metahuman abilities before, but that you're also...discrete." She looked worriedly over to the tall and attractive young woman with long blonde hair, dressed in a feminine but professional beige suit emphasizing her own well built chest and female curves in the chair at the desk. The disguised villain nodded. "Of course, Diana. I can call you Diana, can't I?" At her nod, she continued, "The psychology of metahumans is a barely explored field, especially in the area of dreams. There are so few of you who are willing to...subject yourselves to the rigorous examinations necessary that it's hard to gather empirical data. Nevertheless, I think I can help you." 'I can help you because I'm the one who's been sending those disturbing dreams into your mind, you Amazon cow,' the disguised Dr. Psycho thought to herself. 'I knew you would come to me if I posed as a young FEMALE psychiatrist who had done graduate work in metahuman psychology...' With a dazzling white smile the faux therapist continued, "Now, in regular cases I would conduct a series of interviews and such to build a case history. However, I believe that in your situation more drastic measures are called for, since you're in need of immediate relief." She prepared a needle and approached the heroine. "This is a mild sedative. It'll help you relax, hopefully as a preface to putting you under hypnosis so we can find the underlying roots of your disturbing visions." Wonder Woman bit her lip hesitantly. She barely knew this woman. Letting herself by hypnotized right off the bat was presuming a lot... But then she flashed back to the nightmares, where she would alternately wake in fits of screaming terror or flopping about in pools of her own cum. She would HAVE to find some relief...she hadn't had a decent night's sleep in two weeks. "All right," she nodded, extending her arm and steeling herself for the sting of the piercing metal. With practiced ease, the Doctor gave her the injection. Her smile grew wider, for in reality this chemical cocktail was not a sedative but actually a powerful will suppressant. The Amazon would keep her full faculties, but in a few moments her mind would be malleable putty, completely Psycho's to mold and shape. Or more precisely, hers and the Parody Pulsator. Indeed, within minutes Diana's face had smoothed into an emotionless mask, her eyes glassy and empty. "Your will is now mine to control, Wonder Woman. Until you hear the key words, 'On your own,' you may only do what I tell you to. Nod if you understand." The blank face nodded. Yvonne grinned. Time for a test. "I'd like for you to get up and stand next to my desk, Diana," the insidious brainwasher suggested. "Stand and move over to your desk," she parroted as she stood to move. In a trice, she stood ramrod straight before her enemy completely helpless and exposed to Psycho's wicked whims. There wasn't even any need for her to move, for the Amazon was directly under the Pulsator. "And now," the gorgeous blonde chuckled, "the fun begins..." The disguised Psycho reached to the actuator tucked behind a photo on the desk. Not even needing to pick it up, she stabbed a petite finger at the actuator button and in the blink of an eye the clear cylinder dropped down from the ceiling. Wonder Woman remained motionless with her arms at her sides, surrounded by the glassy material. 'Now then,' the blonde mused, 'we can't have a mindless or no willpower villain when the machine has done its job.' She stood directly in front of the Amazon, and in a loud voice said, "On your own." It took a few seconds, but Wonder Woman did come back to her full faculties. She saw her doctor standing directly in front of her, and then noticed the clear cylinder surrounding her. Her hands shot up to spots directly in front of her chest for maximum effect and pushed while asking, "Doctor Simons, what-" She stopped as soon as she started, for no matter how hard she pushed, the cylinder appeared to resist the Amazon's incredible strength. Her psychiatrist answered without needing the full question. "You are trapped inside a cylinder strong enough to hold Superman, Wonder Woman. Yes, getting you here into this office was merely a ruse to get you inside that cylinder. Now I can finally get out of this female form." "Inside the cylinder for what purpose?" raged the heroine. "Out of this female form, did you say? By Hera, are you Dr. Psycho?" The blonde laughed heartily. "Yes, indeed, Wonder Woman. I'm not Dr. Yvonne Simons, I am Dr. Psycho. And in just a few moments, you will no longer be Wonder Woman! When the cylinder rises, I will welcome you with open arms as a fellow villain. Today your present life ends, and your new life of crime begins." "WHAT?! NO!!" the Amazon started to scream, but her voice fell silent as a svelte finger hit the start button for the Parody Pulsator. A loud hum came from the unit over Wonder Woman's head, and the moisture in the air of the cylinder turned into a dense fog, hiding her from view. The normally diminutive dwarf and woman-hating mentalist now actually in the form of a beautiful woman laughed wildly as she watched her captive hidden in the mists of the Parody Pulsator. Psycho wasn't sure what she'd be transformed into, but whatever it was, it would be a complete mockery of everything Wonder Woman stood for. The disguised villain's excitement was rewarded, for when the cylinder lifted her subject was no longer clad in her heroic Amazon costume, but instead in a costume of a totally different sort, that of her longtime nemesis, the original Cheetah. Her bust was bulging in the tight costume with her nipples plainly evident, and her luxuriant black hair was completely hidden inside the head to toe yellow catsuit with black splotches. A long and thick tail came from a spot just above her gorgeously feminine butt, and it wasn't hanging straight down but twisting as if alive. The heels built into the feet of her costume looked like they were nearly twice as high as the ones that had been on Wonder Woman's boots, so the Pulsator must have made even the costume of the new villainess a parody. There was no sign of any of her original costume, but Psycho had no way of knowing that the wrist shooters around both of her wrists used to be Amazon bracelets. All of her compulsions for justice and heroism had turned into desires for evil. To clean out bank vaults, to clean away the morals of her contemporaries, whom she wished dearly to turn into parodies of themselves. Worst of all, though, was the extreme urge she felt to destroy her foe, Wonder Woman. She knew that once the hated Amazon was dead, she would be free to create mayhem for the rest of her life as Cheetah. The catch was, since she herself was truly Wonder Woman, there would be no way for Cheetah to ever destroy her foe. This would cause the villainess to eventually lose her mind. Psycho had no way of knowing this flaw in the mind of the new villainess. "Cheetah, glad to see you made it here to Gateway City," the blonde said in welcome. The new villainess could think of nothing better to do so she stepped over to her greeter and embraced her in a hug. Yvonne, as much as she abhored women as her true self, experienced some very pleasant feelings coursing through her body as she joined with her foe turned ally, and was very pleasantly surprised when she felt Cheetah's tail caressing her back and butt. As their breasts angled to mesh with each other, Cheetah answered by saying, "Glad to be here. Now I can create hell in this city and try to draw out my enemy, Wonder Woman." Yvonne's eyes widened as she shook her head. 'What did you say?!' she thought. 'She must have all the original compulsions of Priscilla, now that she has her life. I wonder...' The blonde pulled away from the hug, and while holding Cheetah's shoulders asked, "So that I can still help you in your plans, can I ask who you are when you aren't Cheetah?" The villainess narrowed her own eyes, then replied by saying, "I guess I can tell you. I am always Cheetah, but when I'm not in my costume I go by the name of Diana Prince." Dr. Simons nodded, thinking, 'Good, so she isn't also thinking she's Priscilla.' As she took her computer notepad in hand, the blonde said, "If you don't already have a place to stay while you're here, I can get something set up for you." Cheetah shook her head. "That won't be necessary. I'm going to find a place on my own, but I'll get back in touch once I'm settled. In other words, don't call me, I'll call you. Unless you have anything else, I want to get going." "No, nothing else," Yvonne said as she closed the notepad, "and the door to the left end of the hallway exits into the loading dock at the rear of the building so you should be able to get out of here without being noticed. Good hunting, Cheetah!" The new villainess nodded, then turned for the door and was gone. Yvonne reached for her phone and hit the speed dial for Lex Luthor. Lex knew who was calling, so as he hit the button he said, "Did you use the Pulsator?" He heard a pleasantly feminine voice say, "It worked beyond my wildest dreams, Lex. The machine turned Wonder Woman into a new version of the old Cheetah. And her costume changed completely to that of her new identity, also. She even has a tactile and very much alive tail that seems like the original. Her heels did seem a lot higher, though." "By old, do you mean Debbie or Priscilla? And that must be the fact that you're a woman now, why else would you notice her heels?" "Priscilla. But she doesn't have Priscilla's name, she still calls herself Diana Prince. And if anything, she seems even more wicked than Priscilla was. Male or female, it would be hard not to notice the incredible stiletto heels she now has." Lex frowned. "This means we now have two Cheetahs, Psycho. I'll see what I can do to put Barbara out of circulation for the time being." There was a moment's hesitation before the female voice came back. "I hadn't figured on our new costumed Cheetah meeting the furry one, Lex. They are already on opposite coasts, but if there's anything you can do to make Diana the only Cheetah for the time being, that would be good." "Shouldn't be any problem, YVONNE," Luthor said with emphasis. "I do wish this was a video phone. I'm sure with the way you despise women, you're going to get back into your normal form as soon as this conversation finishes." "Yes, indeed," he heard. "And we do know now just how effective your Parody Pulsator is. With what it did to Wonder Woman, I can't wait to see what else you do with it, Lex. You'll just have to use your imagination, because Yvonne Simons will cease to exist in moments." "So when my guys get there to collect the Pulsator they're going to see your normal self?" "If they see me at all, Lex. I suppose somebody will have to let them in. We'll see. Thanks again, and bye." "Goodbye, Psycho, an I'm glad the machine worked as hoped. Stay in touch." "Right, bye." Just she'd told Lex, Psycho went straight to the ectoplasmic extractor and set it to do away with Yvonne. In mere moments, Psycho lost half the height as his normal and hideous form reappeared. * * * * * When Cheetah got to the door the blonde had pointed out, she pulled it in and stuck her yellow and black spots with two small cat ears cowled head out just far enough to do a quick scan to confirm nobody was in sight. Thus assured, she stood tall in her unbelievable heels and strode out onto the small loading area. 'Now then,' she thought while noting the signs over nearby doors and her tail danced sensually behind her, 'if I'm going to find a place to stay while luring my foe Wonder Woman into battle, I'd better get my claws on some clothes to cover or take the place of my costume.' She walked down to a sign saying 'Employees Only: Cathleen's Couture' and saw that the door was propped open. 'So much for their security,' she thought as Cheetah stepped into the back of the shop. There proved to be nobody in the rear of the store, and after purposely willing her tail to stick straight up her back and curl back down the villainess stealthily moved toward the front where she heard a customer thanking the clerk at the register, and no other sounds. She made her way to a spot from which she could see the register, and spotted the good looking but hardly gorgeous middle aged redhead with a large bag in her hand now turning toward the front door. Cheetah waited a moment until the door closed, then concentrated on any more noises. It seemed that the young woman who had been behind the register was now the only person in the store other than herself. She lifted her left hand and selected a button on one of the tubes wringing her wrist. 'One knockout dart should give me the run of the store,' she thought. Cheetah stood and walked very openly into the store itself, her tail once more active and her heels making very evident clicking sounds. Intrigued by the new sounds, the clerk came back, expecting to see another customer she hadn't noted before. When she came upon the menacing looking woman in the garish costume, the woman froze. "Gee, if you're going to just stand there like a totem pole maybe I don't need this," Cheetah said as she lifted her left arm. "But I don't like to take chances." The claw on Cheetah's gloved right index finger ticked the button on the tube she'd selected earlier on her left wrist, and a small dart shot out to lodge in the clerk's neck. The woman slumped to the floor immediately, her eyes rolling and then closing. Cheetah reached for the keys clipped to the clerk's belt and pulled them off, then went straight to the front door to lock it. "No more customers for now," she said aloud, "I want to do my shopping all alone." But before looking through any of the trendy clothes, she made her way to the back door to close and lock it. No sense inviting any other felons to her party, or allowing anyone with any real reason to be there in. If they were to use keys in the lock, Cheetah would hear them with plenty of time to get out of the way. With the shop now secured, Cheetah went up and down a few aisles looking to see what was available. While she would have liked to grab one or more of the black or red leather miniskirts, there were no shoes in the shop so she'd have to stick with at least the bottom of her costume for the time being. She pulled a yellow skirt off the hanger that would go down to her calves, and held it to her tiny waist. "Good, with this my costume legs and heels look like fashionable boots," she muttered softly. "Now, for those miniskirts and a blouse or two." After collecting three miniskirts, one knee length one and one more long skirt, Cheetah added five blouses of mix and match colors and textures to the pile on her left arm. She went to the register and grabbed one of the large bags, into which went her haul along with some of the knee length hose from a display. Then she held up the key ring. One small one looked about right, and in it went into the lock on the register drawer. The drawer sprang open, exposing what had to be many hundreds of dollars in cash. "Don't these fools know about making money drops during the work day?" Cheetah scowled. "I bet they're too used to customers using credit cards and I just got lucky that one or more customers paid big bills with cash. Now I have enough to actually go buy some shoes and boots, and also pay for my room." Cheetah looked around and spotted some purses on a shelf. Into a rather large black one went all the cash. Then she grabbed her bag and the purse and headed for one of the changing rooms. After she pulled her cowl back and off her head, Cheetah shook her long black hair to loosen it up. Then she unzipped her costume from her neck down between her breasts and down to her waist, which also took the mystical life out of her tail which shrank and then disappeared. She pulled off her wrist shooters and laid them in the purse. Next she pulled her hands and arms out of the identically colored and wickedly clawed gloves and sleeves of the costume, then rolled it flat around her waist. Braless, she put on a black faux leather blouse, followed by the calf length yellow cotton skirt. In the mirror, Cheetah saw herself as a very good looking woman in a sharp yellow and black outfit with long black hair and trendy boots with really sexy heels. Leaving her knocked out host behind, Cheetah unlocked the front door and went back out the rear. Now as Diana Prince instead of Cheetah, she added a few more bags while visiting two shoe stores and three larger women's clothing stores. By the time she got to the apartment complex that was showing weekly rentals and space available, Diana's hands and arms were full. She'd given up trying to count how many times she was asked by salespersons how she was able to stand, let alone walk, in the ultra high heels she was wearing. One of the shoe store guys knew to stop asking when one of her purchases was a pair of black lace up, calf high ballet toed boots. Diana put on her little girl lost face for the woman at the apartment house. It didn't take much to convince her that Diana had lost her driver's license and that it didn't really matter anyway, did it, since she was paying in advance with cash. Since many of the renters were call girls, the woman didn't give her newest renter any hassle. Diana made her way up to her new domicile, and started to put away all her new apparel. Before finishing, though, she unbuttoned her yellow skirt and sat down to pull off the bottom of her costume. She merely set the costume aside since she intended to put it to use again later in the evening. On a whim, Diana slipped her feet into one of the pairs of nylon knee highs and then opened the box with her new ballet toed boots. She was on her toes while putting away the rest of her some stolen, some bought with stolen money clothes. After changing into black fishnet pantyhose and a more normal looking pair of triple strapped black shoes with hooker heels and her black miniskirt, the villainess who now looked as black as her soul went for a bite to eat. She enjoyed ignoring all the guys who thought she was looking for business. With her tummy feeling satisfied, Diana then made her way back to the apartment. As soon as it was dark, Cheetah got back into her costume and left via the fire escape on the back side of the building. Two banks felt her sting that night. Security cameras in each got good imagery of the feline felon. * * * * * Aboard the JLA Watchtower at its watch station with clocks showing Earth time in various locations such as Metropolis 1502, Central City 1402 and Gateway City 1202, Flash watched a scrolling report of news relating to two bank robberies that had taken place the night before in Gateway City. 'Wonder Woman's down there right now,' he thought, 'I wonder why she didn't get involved?' The speedster kept reading, then his eyes widened when he read about the perpetrator. Wally then gasped when he saw the pictures captured by the security cameras in the banks. When he'd read it was Cheetah doing the robberies, he expected to see the furry form of Barbara Minerva. The sight of what appeared to be the original Cheetah from back when he had only been Kid Flash came as a shock. The only other Leaguer on board at the moment was Martian Manhunter, so Wally hit J'onn's pager button. A few minutes later the hulking green form of the lawman from Mars came up behind Flash. "What's up, Wally?" "J'onn, last night in Gateway City two banks got robbed by Cheetah, but it wasn't Barbara Minerva. This Cheetah looked just like the original from eons ago, Priscilla Rich. Same type of costume, anyway, even the tail. Diana is supposed to be down there right now, but nobody saw her anywhere near either bank. I just tried to page her, but there was no connection at all on the frequency." While listening, J'onn was also reading the scroll his teammate had noted. Then he said, "Something's not right down in Gateway City. Leave word for the others that I'm going down there to try and locate Diana. If her comm system is inop, maybe I can find her using her brainwaves. I should be able to handle the situation on my own, but I'll zap you if I need any help." "Okay, J'onn. I'll note you leaving on the Gateway teleporter at 1906 Zulu. Good luck, and do let me know as soon as you find Wonder Woman." Martian Manhunter waved a salute to Flash, then turned to walk over to the teleporter. He set the button for Wonder Woman's location, then was gone. At more or less the same moment, J'onn came into view inside a small room. He opened the door to see a familiar sight, the roof of the condo building that was home to Princess Diana of the Amazons, known to man's world as Wonder Woman. He walked from what looked like a tool shed on the outside to the door leading into the stairwell of the building. Down the steps the not very jolly green giant went until he got to the fifth floor. Ringing the doorbell and knocking on Diana's door brought no response. Desperate times call for desperate measures, he figured, so from his belt J'onn retrieved his very high tech lock pick. Diana's door was open in seconds. It was evident that the Amazon was not home, but J'onn did the obvious and gave the place a thorough look-see. There was no sign of any foul play, and no indication that his teammate had left any kind of message for others. She was just plain gone. Then the Manhunter stood still and concentrated, probing with his mind. After almost two minutes, he snapped his fingers. Very faint indications of Diana's brainwaves were coming from what seemed to be the opposite side of the city. What he perceived greatly disturbed J'onn, for after 'listening' for more than five minutes he found that Diana was thinking of herself as Cheetah. There were weak indications that she knew Dr. Psycho was somehow involved in her change of identity. After listening a bit more, he thought, 'By the moons of Mars! Dr. Psycho has convinced Diana that she is Cheetah! She now has an overpowering desire to destroy Wonder Woman! If she cannot find Wonder Woman, she will go permanently insane! To save my teammate, I must become Wonder Woman! But if she wins, she will permanently become Cheetah! I dare not fail!' Martian Manhunter disconnected from Diana and then pondered the situation for a moment. If Diana needed to find Wonder Woman to keep her sanity, he could easily allow that to happen. But to fight the Amazon? If he was to become Wonder Woman and go into battle with Diana, J'onn would absolutely have to win; otherwise, Diana would remain as Cheetah and spend the rest of her life as a super villainess. Assuming he did win though, what would that do to Diana? Would she lose her sanity then and there, or would her teammates in the JLA be able to somehow restore Diana to her true identity? That would have to be handled as the situation developed, the manhunter decided as he morphed his hulking green form into the tall but beautifully feminine form of Wonder Woman. J'onn had taken on many human female forms in the past, but never one as exquisitely shaped and beautiful as Princess Diana's. She felt all the power and strength in her adopted amazon body, along with the bonuses provided by the golden power belt molding her already narrow waist into an even smaller and shapelier one. J'onn had purposely made every part of the costume she wore be identical to the original, which also gave her odd feelings of subservience from the bracelets around her wrists. Just to make sure, J'onn walked over to Diana's vertical mirror on the bedroom door. She stood in front of it with her hands on her hips and saw just what she'd hoped, the heroine known to the world as Wonder Woman. Then, as she perceived the size and weight of the breasts on her chest, the Amazon put her hands under the globes of flesh and hefted them. What a feeling that gave her! Her left hand reached up and pulled down on the golden W covering her left breast to expose the aureola and nipple. A long fingernail touching that nipple made a bolt of pleasure shoot through her body. But before the temptation took her any further, Wonder Woman put her golden W back into place. The Amazon then reached down to her waist to unclip the golden lasso looped at her side. She had seen Diana use it on a number of occasions, and knew that it could extend almost by sheer willpower besides being incredibly strong and unbreakable. As for its power to cause a person around whom it was looped to speak only the truth or obey whatever instructions were given by its holder, Wonder Woman was sure the lasso she held would do just what it was supposed to. She looped it into a circle to form a big halo around her reflection, then on a thought wrapped it around her own shoulders. "You are J'onn J'onzz, but only you can know that. No one else, even with the power of this lasso, can make you give any other name than, 'I am Wonder Woman.' While in this form, you will think and act just as you would if you were the real Wonder Woman." As she rolled up her lasso to reattach it to her power belt, Wonder Woman figured she had just made it so that nobody would be able to tell she was anyone other than whom she appeared to be. What she didn't know was that she had just banished the powers of J'onn J'onzz. While she still had J'onn's memories and mission in mind, she knew only that she had to be the person she had become. So, with the Amazon's strength and skills, but none of Martian Manhunter's shape shifting or mind reading powers, the heroine who was almost Diana and knew she was Wonder Woman left Diana's condo to go find the villainess who was Diana and knew she was Cheetah - both with exactly the same bodies, if not powers. As she was going down the stairwell, Wonder Woman realized she no longer had a communicator with which to call Flash or any of the others. She turned around and broke into the condo for the second time, this time with force instead of finesse. She sheered the lock with her strength, then went to the desk and wrote a note explaining what she had found out and what she was now intending to do. Oddly, she found that even though she could mention changing from Martian Manhunter to Wonder Woman in the note, the only name with which she could sign it was Wonder Woman. This should have keyed the heroine to the error she'd made with her lasso, but in her haste she didn't pay it enough attention. With some record now left behind, Wonder Woman did her best to make the door look normal and then got back to her search. When she got to the street, the Amazon started to wonder about getting to the other side of town. Walking that far seemed a bit much, even if she could run twice as fast as the best Olympic runners. She felt a strange sort of tingling from the tiara on her head, then knew just what to do. Wonder Woman's invisible airplane was more than just that, it was any form of transportation needed by the heroine. In mere moments a humming noise came from behind, and only Wonder Woman could see the invisible motorcycle waiting there. She thought briefly about the skin tight blue unitard and blue helmet normally worn while riding the bike, but since she didn't have the biker costume handy, people would have to see the normally clad Wonder Woman zipping along the streets without any sound. It was as this vision sped toward her goal that she also recalled the different costume boots that went with the biker costume. The high heels on her normal costume boots kept slipping into the perforations of the bike's foot pads. Then she stopped as another thought came to the Amazon's head. 'If I've got all the other powers of Wonder Woman thanks to the perfect copy of her costume, I wonder if...?' J'onn had watched Diana raise her arms and spin, to reappear after a burst of light in whatever clothes she seemed to be imagining. So, Wonder Woman parked and got off the bike, then raised her arms and spun. After the usual burst of light, she reappeared in the blue biker costume, flat heeled boots and all. 'Well, I'll be!' she thought. 'I do appear to have been accepted by the Greek gods as the true Wonder Woman!' Properly clad now, Biker Wonder Woman got back onto the seat of her invisible motorcycle and on the way to Diana. Passersby now were seeing just what they normally did, and seemed to ignore her. When she got close to the apartment complex, Wonder Woman parked and got off the bike and then spun again, to revert to the more usually seen costume and in so doing increase her height by four inches. It was as she approached the apartment building from which Diana's mind waves were felt that Wonder Woman noticed finally the error she'd made with her own lasso. She could no longer use her mind to search. Again, this should have made her stop and possibly even use the lasso on herself to fix the situation, but the Amazon kept right on going without worrying about it. After all, she was supposed to think and act as who she was, Wonder Woman. She willed her wonder bike to go back into hiding, then went to the back side of the apartment building. It was a few minutes after one in the afternoon. What few people were nearby didn't pay her any attention; the residents of Gateway City must be used to seeing the colorful heroine in action. Utilizing the same fire escape Cheetah had used the night before, Diana number two climbed up to the window of the apartment she knew was being rented by Diana number one. She just hoped number one was still at home. * * * * * Wonder Woman was prudent enough to not barge right in, but instead ducked and peeked to see if there was any sign of activity inside. Sure enough, the first thing she spotted moving was a thick and furry tail that wiggled back forth in and out of view. Diana had to be in her Cheetah costume and seated at a table to the right of the window. What Wonder Woman couldn't see was the huge piles of valuables on the table that Cheetah had stolen the night before which she was sorting and assessing. The Amazon waited, not very patiently, to see if Diana was going to get up and move so she'd have an easier entry. Her waiting paid off, for after about ten minutes she saw the tail move and then the full head to...'Moons of Mars, how does she walk in those heels?!' Walk Cheetah did, though, right out of sight. Wonder Woman pried open the window, not difficult since her target had done just the same the night before, and slipped into the room. She took one quick look at the valuables on the table, then started looking for a spot from which she could hide and stay out of Cheetah's sight. She was still looking when that became pointless - Cheetah came out of her bedroom door to see the one person she wanted to find more than any other standing right there in the living room of her own apartment. "Wonder Woman!" she exclaimed. At the same time Cheetah was bringing her right arm up to fire a poison dart at her foe. The claw of her left index finger tripped the trigger button as she was finishing her exclamation. Wonder Woman raised her arms and used the bracelet on her right wrist to deflect the dart. "Bullets and bracelets or darts and bracelets, it's all the same to me, Cheetah!" she replied while getting behind a high backed chair to provide a bit of cover. 'Wait a minute,' she suddenly thought, 'how did I just rattle off that bit about bullets and bracelets? Oh well, no time for worrying about that now.' Then the Amazon pulled her lasso free. 'If I can get this around Diana before she fires another dart...' Wonder Woman stepped out from behind the chair as Cheetah was readying her right wrist for another shot. She charged at the heroine turned villainess, her lasso looped and ready to go. Cheetah got off the second dart, and in bringing her wrists up to deflect it, Wonder Woman's lasso went flying loosely toward Cheetah. The feline felon reached out and grabbed the lasso, yanking it from the distracted Amazon's hand. Cheetah looped the lasso herself, and rapidly flung it over the head of Wonder Woman. As it fell over her shoulders, Cheetah pulled it tight and for good measure wrapped it around and around the heroine until her arms were tight against her sides. "Stop fighting and stand still, Wonder Woman!" Cheetah ordered. The Amazon felt the same compulsion she'd noticed when instructing herself earlier, and obeyed without question. She was afraid to say anything, lest she give Diana any ideas. She shouldn't have worried, for ideas were exactly what Diana...Cheetah was getting. "I can't believe how much you look like me, Wonder Woman," Cheetah told her. "We could be twins. Say no more unless I tell you to, and get on your hands and knees." The bound Amazon did just as her unwilling muscles mandated, and dropped to the floor so that Diana loomed over her. What was she getting at with all the talk about being twins? "Get up on your knees and pull your arms behind yourself, Wonder Woman." Even with that lasso wrapped around her arms, the Amazon found herself putting her wrists behind her back after she got up so that she was balanced on her booted toes and her knees. Then she felt Cheetah pull her elbows together and tighten the lasso so that she was bound even more humiliatingly. "Now then, tell me who you really are." Now J'onn became thankful for the idea she'd had earlier. "I am Wonder Woman." "No, who are you when you aren't Wonder Woman?" "I am Wonder Woman," J'onn answered. Then what J'onn couldn't have expected occurred. "Shit! In that case, you fucking bitch, that is exactly who you are, Wonder Woman," Cheetah told her. "You are Wonder Woman and no one else. If ever you have known yourself to be any other identity, you may never know of it again. You have all the memories of being Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman...and no one else." What little bit of Martian Manhunter that was still active in the mind of Wonder Woman suddenly became hidden to her. She now knew only that she was the Amazon heroine called Wonder Woman. "Stand up, Wonder Woman." With difficulty, the bound Amazon leaned back off her knees and then rose. Cheetah placed her gloved right hand under Wonder Woman's chin while her left held on to the lasso. She seemed to be looking more and more closely at the face of the heroine. "Looking at you like this is like looking in the mirror...except for that tiara on your head," the villainess told her. "I'm going to unwrap this lasso from you now, but I order you to stand perfectly still and not try to move, let alone escape." Cheetah did just that, and saw her foe standing rock solid before her. "Hug me and kiss me, Wonder Woman," Cheetah instructed, "I want to see what it's like to kiss my twin." Without any the waist of Cheetah. Cheetah likewise put her left arm down and spread her clawed hand on the Amazon's right hip, and her right arm under Wonder Woman's left arm with her right hand on the bare left shoulder blade. Two massive sets of breasts intermeshed and squeezed together, and Wonder Woman tilted her head to the right as Cheetah tilted to the left. Their lips joined, and as two sets of eyes closed, two tongues met. Suddenly Cheetah pulled away. "Mmmmm, that was fantastic," she purred. Then she quickly looped the lasso around the Amazon's neck, like a leash. "Take off your top and shorts, Wonder Woman. You can leave on your boots, tiara and bracelets, but I want your body nude." Just as quickly as she had back in Diana's condo earlier, Wonder Woman pulled off her golden power belt then stripped off her blue with white stars shorts and finally her red and gold bustier. Since there were obviously no bra or panties, her body was now bare. "Very nice, Wonder Woman. Now I can see just how much more you look like me. Down on your hands and knees again, slave!" Cheetah stood in an imperious pose with her left hand on her hip and the right clutching the golden lasso. "Who are you?" "I am Wonder Woman." "No, you are my slave. Who are you?" The Amazon clenched her teeth in a scowl. "I am your slave." "That's right, slave. Now, pull off your bracelets." There was nothing the slave could do but follow her instructions. First the left and then the right bracelets came off her wrists. "Now to see if what I've been thinking will work," Cheetah said while she zipped the lasso off the slave's neck and pushed her flat to the floor. Wonder Woman, who could only now think of herself as Cheetah's slave, felt her hands being bound together behind her back and then her still booted ankles being similarly bound. As the lasso was tightened, her back arched and she found herself with her ankles drawn to her hands in a hog-tie bondage. Cheetah got up and proceeded to pull off her entire costume except for the cowl still covering her luxurious black hair. Luxurious black hair exactly like that of the stripped heroine bound on her floor. Then she started to check her idea. First she pulled on the red and gold bustier, followed by the star spangled blue shorts. Then, after she clipped the gold power belt around her waist, Cheetah felt a surge of strength go through her body. Finally, she placed the two bracelets over her wrists. Holding up her right arm, she looked at it and said, "Since I look just like Wonder Woman, there's no sense in trying to kill myself. I can get out of my desire to destroy Wonder Woman by becoming Wonder Woman." She bent down and grabbed the lasso between the ankles and the wrists. "Slave, I order you to reveal to me all I need to know to become you!" The bound heroine started to say what would be needed to become a dominated slave, but Cheetah cut her off. "Slave, for the time being you are Wonder Woman. NOW tell me what I need to know to become you!" Corrected, she began to recite everything she knew about being Wonder Woman. Cheetah took this all in, unaware that in the back of her own mind was every bit of this same information. It took over an hour and a half for the Amazon to tell her captor all she knew. As soon as she finished, Cheetah untied the lasso from the heroine's ankles and then proceeded to pull off each of her boots. The villainess sat to pull each onto her own feet, knowing already that they would fit exactly. She stood in the heels that were nearly three inches shorter than those on her regular costume, but figured she could get used to the lesser height. Then she bent and pulled the tiara off her bound twin's head, followed by placing it likewise over her own. Then she walked to the mirror in her bedroom and turned her back to it. Looking over her shoulder, a first glimpse showed that she was now Wonder Woman. But with her own wicked eyes, she could see herself as Cheetah. 'But soon someone else will have this reflection,' she mused. Looking like Wonder Woman, there was no end to the fun she could now have. Then the evil Wonder Woman walked back out to the naked and bound female in her living room. She grabbed the lasso and then said, "You know what they say, 'Wonder Woman always wins!' Too bad for you...I am Wonder Woman...and you are not anymore!" The new Wonder Woman then proceeded to do a reverse of what happened earlier. It took a lot less time since the tied up woman already knew nearly everything there was to being her new self. When the instructions were finished, Wonder Woman grabbed the costume she had removed earlier and handed it to her. The new Cheetah sat to slip her feet into the leggings and felt the extreme arch they were put into. The new villainess now felt for herself the unbelievable heels she'd marveled at earlier, but like her predecessor, loved the way they made her feel as she stood to pull the catsuit up to her waist. "I just know you thoroughly enjoy the height those heels give you," Wonder Woman said when she saw how her twin was delighting herself. Then, after the top was zipped up between her breasts and her fingers into the claws of her gloves, the cowl was pulled over her head to hide all that black hair. When the costume was complete, the tail hanging from above her butt thickened and became alive. She reveled in the way her alive tail felt. Wonder Woman looped the lasso loosely around the yellow and black spotted shoulders. "With my old costume, you make a very convincing old me. You are now the feline felon with not a shred of decency in your body. You will continue your life of crime, and when the rest of the JLA comes to help me, you will fight them, of course...just as I would have done! Eventually you will allow yourself to be captured. After all, we don't want to see a dangerous criminal such as you get away, do we?" Wonder Woman then glared at her twin. "Now you will behave exactly like me before!" The new Cheetah thought of all the fun crimes she could commit, along with the super sexy clothes and boots she could wear when she wasn't on the job in her costume. If anything, the identity instructions her predecessor had given for her Diana Prince alter ego had given her an even wilder idea of how she should look and act. "Yes, Wonder Woman, I...I shall obey. I am Cheetah, the enemy of all that is good and righteous." She was already thinking of ways she could try to trap and defeat Wonder Woman. 'Just wait until that fucking bitch lets me get a hold of her lasso...and allow myself to be captured eventually? Yeah, when hell eventually freezes over!' * * * * * Wonder Woman willed the invisible motorcycle to come to her as soon as she came down from Cheetah's apartment. She got on it with no intention of changing into the biker costume. She had other ideas for costumes into which she would change...none of which involved blue or red. She rode the bike only far enough to put it into a big enough space, then willed it into the form of the invisible jet. She climbed into the cockpit, then zoomed into the sky. Halfway across the country toward her goal of turning Supergirl into a Superslut that would join her as a super villainess, the now evil Amazon had second thoughts about leaving her replacement behind on her own. Instead of getting into a turn which at her Mach number would have a radius of hundreds of miles, she pulled the jet into a steep climb so as to start a loop that would peak at the edge of space. At the top she rolled to wings level and started a gravity assisted even quicker flight back toward Gateway City. She was more than pleasantly surprised upon landing to hear word about a daring daylight robbery at a savings and loan. Since the news people had already called she herself Cheetah upon seeing the security camera footage from the night before, Wonder Woman grinned wickedly when she found out that it was Cheetah hitting the S&L. 'I can't let her have all the fun,' she thought while getting out of the jet and willing it away for the time being. Hidden as she was in the secluded landing spot, the Amazon raised her arms as her predecessor had told her (and she herself had actually done countless times without knowing it) and spun. What she had in mind for clothing bore no relation to anything seen before after the burst of light. Gone was the heroic red, gold and blue of Wonder Woman. In its place was a gleaming silver unitard identical to her old Cheetah costume but without a tail and a totally different cowl. Now her entire head, including her face, was enclosed in the almost metallic silver. There were two tiny holes for her nose, an opening for her lips, and two openings at her eyes. The golden lasso was replaced by a silver whip, wrapped around her torso and extendable just as the lasso if needed. And, she was back to what to her felt like the more natural seven-inch plus heels on the boots built into her costume. To the security guards at the jewelry store who felt the sting of her willpower nullifying whip, the villainess said, "Just remember that you have been looted by Metallica!" When she finished there, the gleaming felon changed back into Wonder Woman and made her way to what had been her apartment. She wondered if Cheetah would notice the extra bags of jewels on the table top, and grinned. The news reports she had been hearing told her that there was no need to even personally check on her replacement. Had she stuck around though, Wonder Woman would have been more than surprised. Shortly after she left to just spin into street clothes and cruise the night streets, Cheetah came back to make a few changes herself. * * * * * By the time the sun went down, the Cheetah who had started as Martian Manhunter had already more than doubled the loot residing on the table in her apartment. The reports of her brazen daylight robberies were in news flashes across the country, in particular noted by Lex Luthor on the east coast and Dr. Psycho on the west. Added to what they'd seen from her robberies the night before, both thought the changed heroine was turning out to be a perfect villainess. They had no way of knowing, of course, that this was a second changed heroine. Since she saw no more sign of the woman she thought of partially as the foe she needed to destroy and partially as her partner in crime, thoughts which really confused the villainess, Diana had removed her costume and gotten into some clothes that would make any man seeing her forget about her other identity. In her stretch pink tube top and cherry red leather jacket over her black leather miniskirt, she looked like a hot to trot slut. Added to this, though, was the glossy nude crotchless pantyhose and the black calf high ballet toed boots. She was really a sight to see, and with the extreme makeup on her already superbly beautiful face, Diana Prince was making all those who saw her think she was a high class whore on the make. She grinned wickedly at all who dared to actually approach her. "Sorry, worm, you're not worthy." Dressed as she was, Diana was able to scout for other females she intended to trap and then turn into her cohorts in crime. She just sat and observed, taking sips occasionally from the drink which had little effect on her Amazon body. * * * * * Flash had been relieved at the JLA Watchtower's duty desk by Aquaman at the Earth American east coast time of 1800, or 6 pm for the members of the JLA who abhorred what sounded like military time. Wally had told Arthur about the situation in Gateway City and that J'onn had gone down to check things out. "And you haven't heard anything more from J'onn since he left?" the King of Atlantis asked the speedster. Flash shook his head. "Nope. But I figured he'd call if anything came up, so up to this point I've been just watching and waiting. Nothing has happened in Gateway City as far as I know." The Atlantean merman scowled. "That doesn't sound like J'onn to me. Stick around, Wally, I'm going to call an alert for all JLA members." By the time most of the League was seated at the conference table, Aquaman was able to tell them that things most definitely had started to happen in Gateway City, and none mentioned anything about Wonder Woman. "Cheetah was at it again, if anything more brazen and wicked than the night before, and a new villainess calling herself Metallica hit a jewelry store. If J'onn is down there, he's not making his presence known. Pretty obviously, he wasn't able to find Wonder Woman either. Diana hasn't been seen for two days now." Hearing his briefing were Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Flash, Dr. Fate, Zatanna and Hawkgirl. Superman was chairing the meeting, and scowled as he saw the empty seats at both Diana's and J'onn's spots. "J'onn was our primary telepath, and without him it's going to be rough trying to figure out what's going on in the minds of these new villainesses. Arthur, you can read minds from close proximity, can't you?" Aquaman nodded. "But not with the precision J'onn has." "Okay," the Man of Steel said, "even though there are reports of at least two felons on the loose down there, I think the best idea is to go down together and stay as a single group until anything makes it necessary to break up. Zee, I'm glad that you're back and can possibly help Dr. Fate if we need any magical help tonight. Wally, you and I can do the high speed recon runs. Dinah, you and Ollie stick with Zee and Kyle. Arthur, stay with Sheira so she can give you a dip in the Pacific if needed. She can also fly you to wherever we need some mind reading, presuming Lantern or myself aren't on hand. Bruce, you stick with Inza. She can get you anywhere instantly to give help where needed." Batman interrupted Superman. "Kal, do you see any need for Selina's help since we're dealing with a cat oriented felon?" Superman shook his head. "I doubt Catwoman would be of much help tonight, Bruce. Granted, her skills are right up the alley of these villainesses, but I think we've got all the help we need at this table. Now, if Selina was a mind reader instead of a stealthy kitten..." Kyle broke in then. "Kal, if you think we need them, Booster and Blue Beetle are back at my place. They were visiting when the call came." "No, I doubt Ted's mechanical aptitude would be of much use tonight," Superman answered, "and Booster is still too much of a loose cannon for me, Lantern. I think we can handle the task with the team as it is at the table. Okay, folks, let's get a move on." Superman did his usual thing and zipped Earthward on his own, while the rest prepared to be wrapped in a green power bubble from Kyle's ring for transport. Before he activated it, though, Zatanna said, "Hang on, Kyle, I can do this a lot faster. How does Gateway City Central Park sound to all of you?" Most heads nodded. "llA fo su ot lartneC kraP." The entire group disappeared... ...and reappeared in the moist grass of Gateway City's Central Park amongst a few startled onlookers. They waited a few moments, then Kyle shot a green energy flare into the sky. Within seconds the Man of Steel dropped in on the group. "What took you so long, Supes?" Wally joked. "Let me guess," Kal answered, "Zee Express." "Faster than a speeding bullet," the beautiful black haired magician in her traditional tophat and tails over fishnets costume replied. She was the only one in the group now thinking the park wasn't such a good idea. Hawkgirl, Black Canary and Dr. Fate were all wearing costume boots that had flat or low block heels. Zee's dress black pumps had sharp stiletto heels that were sinking into the soft soil. "Let's get going, then, Wally," Superman said. "You take the west side of town, I'll take the east. If you spot either Cheetah or Metallica, or any other criminals for that matter, get word to me and the others." Flash didn't need to say anything, he just waved a salute at Kal and then blurred into a red and gold speed demon. Superman took off as quickly, but in the air as opposed to on the ground. Batman lost his patience right away. "Inza, you know the insides of Diana's condo, don't you?" Dr. Fate thought for just a moment, then said, "It's been a while, but I know where it is and the layout of her interior, BATMAN." The Caped Crusader shook his head. "Sorry, Fate. I forgot there were people within earshot. How about teleporting us into Wonder Woman's condo, that was most likely where Martian Manhunter would have gone first. Maybe there's some clue as to what's going on there." The golden helmet atop the head of Inza nodded, and both disappeared. "She's as good at that as me," Zee noted. "Maybe better, Zee," Aquaman replied. "Dr. Fate's been doing this for a lonnnngggg time." "I just hope something happens soon, or I'm going to die of boredome," Kyle mentioned. Black Canary nodded at Ollie, then walked over to Green Lantern. "Kyle," she said softly, "patience is not just a virtue. It's something an experienced crime fighter like Green Arrow or myself has learned to value; you never know when fate is going to drop the big one on you, and patience will afford you better than anxiety." Just as Dinah was finishing, all the communicators of the JLA members beeped. Hawkgirl was the first to open the line. "Kal, Wally, and all the rest of you. This is Bruce. Get over to Diana's condo ASAP!" "So much for patience," Kyle said with irony in his voice. "Ready, everybody?" Zee asked. Luckily, Zatanna had just visited Wonder Woman a month before, and knew the interior of her place very well. As she saw heads nodding, the mage said, "s'anaiD moordeb." The group left the view of those watching in Central Park to reappear in one of the rooms Zee knew best...for reasons left unsaid for now. Hawkgirl felt her wings brushing the ceiling which she appeared under, and angled them to a more relaxed position. Then she noticed what was around herself and before any of the others could ask, said, "Zee, her bedroom? Any particular reason we ended up in here?" Black Canary was grinning to herself as she saw Zatanna blush while replying, "Ah...Sheira, let's just say I knew this spot better than any other in the condo and leave it at that for now, okay?" Hawkgirl giggled as she nodded her head. The three guys tried their best to just leave the girls to their fun. At th