Damsel of Distress

Unlike her dumb clone, Damsel of Distress wasn’t going to be some hero’s lapdog. Instead, she forged her own path, leading a team of villains and taking what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Still being equipped with bladed fingers made things difficult, but she was hardly weak. Damsel was as talented as she was hotheaded and it wasn’t unheard of for her to make mistakes when frustrated or embarrassed. It didn’t take much for her to reach that point either.

Her costume was usually whatever upscale clothes she could get her claws on so long as they were black and showed off her long, pale legs. She didn’t have much in the chest or butt departments but she was hardly jealous of those who did, such things would just get in the way during combat.

Damsel was determined to prove she belonged at the top of the superhero food chain. No matter what adversity or embarrassment she faces, she’d be strong willed and bratty to the very end.