A police officer

A white man in his mid-thirties steps in front of her in a drab grey suit. Amy breathes in deep through her nostrils, preparing to burn the man where he stands but before she can do it he pulls a badge out of his jacket pocket.

"Detective Malone," He says in a gruff voice. "Super Powered Crimes Division. We've been looking for you for a while now, She-Dragon."

Amy holds in her fire breath and grimaces. "Why? Afraid I'll make your jobs obsolete."

Detective Malone chuckles. "Please, if you were so great you wouldn't have fallen into such an obvious trap. You've got style though, I'll give you that." He gestures towards her exposed body and Amy blushes. "The requirement for your power I presume?"

Amy stares at him, silent and defiant.

"Fine. Don't answer me. But if you don't want to cooperate I'll have to take you down to the station. There's a whole lot of criminal types burned extra crispy in the morgue with your handiwork written all over it."

"What do you want?" Amy spits through gritted teeth.