A police officer

As you stand there, rather **** without your power belt, the mysterious person in your armchair reaches over and pulls the chain on your table lamp. The light reveals a police officer -- or at least someone in a police uniform.

It's a woman. A black woman. She looks vaguely familiar.

She takes off her uniform cap and smiles benignly. When, after a few seconds, the stranger doesn't make a move, your curiosity is piqued.

"Um, officer," you say tentatively, "er, what are you doing here?"

The policewoman stands up and places her cap on the table. She faces you, still smiling slightly. She's taller than average, long-legged and apparently healthy (unlike some of the local cops). You can't tell much else with her baggy police jacket. Her face, her complexion looks like it might be a little darker than your average African-American...

Now it occurs to you where you've seen this woman. She's often one of the officers who show up after you've bagged a criminal. You know, you use your powers to take down some villain or crook, then hand him or her over to "the authorities." You've often wondered if the department has a squad assigned to you, since they're familiar faces -- including hers. Before you can say anything...

"Good evening, Wonder Woman," she says as she takes a few steps toward you. As she nears, you see she's as tall as you. The two of you are basically eye-to-eye. Then you remember, you're wearing high-heeled boots... and she's not.

"She's... quite tall," you think to yourself. Before you can reply to the statuesque officer's greeting, she continues...

"Or should I say... good evening, Miss Prince?"

Uh-oh. So she knows your secret identity.

"I... don't... know what you're talking about."

She cocks her head slightly. "Now Wonder Woman, you often help the police department -- which we appreciate very much, by the way. You can't expect us to be a bunch of stooges and not look into things, now can you?"

This woman has such a confident bearing, an authoritative tone. You're impressed, and you can't help feeling just a little bit intimidated. You try to take control of the conversation. You notice the officer's regulation jacket has a badge and a nameplate.

"Officer... Williams?..., you're not a detective," you point out.

She gives a nod of acknowledgement, but explains, "I'm assigned to the detective bureau."

"I see," you nod back. This is all still very strange. Are you dealing with a renegade cop here? Surely, with her unusual behavior, breaking and entering, she's not here on official department business. Does she have an axe to grind? Is she about to go postal?

With that in mind, you remind yourself that your power belt is not on. You size up your tall, dark visitor again and wonder if she might be... a problem. Biting your lip apprehensively, you're not totally confident you could take her. You decide it's best to speak reasonably with her.

"Okay," you admit, "you've got something on me. What... what do you want?" Awaiting her reply, you edge nervously a little closer to your power belt.