Back home to make a living

Diana waited until the NYPD showed up and arrested Rhino before leaving the scene, hearing the super-powered bank robber call out insults after her while two of New York’s finest led him away, confined in one of the special-issue “shackles” that Stark Industries had supplied the city of New York with.

Riding her motorcycle to her home, a former warehouse on the Manhattan waterfront that she had converted into a high-tech fortress, Diana waited for the solid metal gates to open while enjoying the approving hollers of passers-by.

Once the gates had opened, Diana rode through the gates and down into the subterranean garage, parked the motorbike and checked round to see that everything was in order down here.

Even with the only way of getting through the gates while on the outside was by feeding the gate-system an eight digit code and passing a retinal scan, Wonder Woman had still made a routine of percipience when coming home.
After all, she would find it rather embarrassing to be ambushed inside her own home.
Satisfied that everything was as it should be, Diana entered the large elevator and rode it up to her living quarters.

Stepping out into her hallway and passing the other entrance, which was a set of two pairs of heavy bronze doors with a system similar to that at the garage gate and through which you entered on foot, Diana stopped and slipped out of her boots, letting her feet out of their confinement.

After that, she walked into the main living room and placed her tiara and bracers on the table in front of the two spacious sofas, considered turning on the large television but decided against after a few moments, instead strolling over to stand by the four windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, presenting her with an excellent view of the harbour, and with the Statue of Liberty rising up on the horizon.

Looking out at the magnificent scenery, Diana began to strip out of her uniform, watching a ship stem past just beyond the waterfront.

It was a passenger-ferry, and hundreds of New Yorkers would now be gawking at the sight of Wonder Woman stripping out of her leotard, if it wasn’t for the fact that the glass in the windows was custom-made to give the same effect as the “mirror” in a standard police interrogation-room.
And so, Diana could walk around her home naked without risking any exposing paparazzi-pictures.
Stopping in front of a full-length mirror to scrutinize her bare, supple body, Diana let out a chuckle and moved on into an adjacent room; her study.

Sitting down by the heavy desk, Diana switched on her state-of-the-art personal computer and waited for it to boot, then logging in and spending a few moments rolling her thumbs and keeping from playing with her nipples (“well, you have to do something to kill the time”) while Windows was started.

Checking her mail, Diana noted that she had received one work-relate e-mail.
As a superheroine with a public identity, there were few works that suited Diana, but she had found one that she had a certain degree of talent for: designing women’s swimsuits and lingerie.

Granted it was perhaps not an overly valorous line of work, but her name and standing as something of a mainstream feminist icon allowed Diana to make a lot of money, enough to keep her financially independent.
The mail concerned her posing in her own swimwear for one of the more tasteful magazines, something which she had discussed with the magazine during the last week.

While Diana wasn’t thrilled about posing for the camera with nothing more than a thong and her hands to shield her with, this time the money would go to charity.
Now, the editor of the magazine was proposing that Diana should pose along with someone else, either a supermodel or a superheroine/hero.

Did Diana have any suggestions?
Giving it a few seconds, she could come up with a few names.
But then again, the mail could wait while she did some exercises, preferably followed by a long bath.