Wonder Girl (Donna Troy)

"Maybe a new start at a new university would be good for you," Donna Troy said, patting her husband on the arm.

"I don't know, though, moving from Manhattan to South Carolina? That seems like a step down. Plus, we'd be so far from Titans Tower. You'd never be around."

"I can fly, right?" Donna suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at her husband. She didn't want to say anything, but it was getting clearer and clearer in her head that her marriage to the older professor was not going to make it in the long haul. That was a fight for a different time.

"I don't know, maybe I should just take some time and try to finish some of my papers. I'm sure the college will come through with ten-" Donna held up a finger. The hand-held communication device that Cyborg had whipped up alerted her that the silent alarm at a local bank was going off! Costumed villainy! With a bang of her wrists together, Donna was in her red and white catsuit and off to the Richland County Bank!

What she found when she arrived surprised her. No one yelling or screaming. No bank vault torn off its hinges by a super-powerful zombie who was prone to saying his own name. Everyone seemed happy and smiling. An older woman behind the counter was carefully counting bills and putting them into a chrome suitcase. She too had a relaxed grin. Nearby, a man in green latex suit was leaning against the counter and talking to an enraptured nubile African-American teller. She was rubbing his shoulders.

"Nearly done, Gladys? I'll need to get going before the cops come," the man said. He had a black chicken stenciled onto his suit.

"Yessir, Mr. Gamecock, may I just say it's been absolutely delightful helping you with your robbery today," the older bank teller sighed dreamily, "Please come back again."

Donna coughed, drawing attention to her.

"Oh my, an actual superheroine! Boy howdy, I was not expecting that until I made it up to New York or Gotham," the man said, "Behold the power of the Gamecock!"

He started to fumble down at the crotch of his costume. Donna just noticed now that it was like a baby's onesie, but with the buttflap on the wrong side.

She darted forward with the speed of Artemis, and slapped him before he could do whatever he was about to do, knocking him out with a single blow. She pulled out the handheld communications device.

"Dick, its me. I've got a costumed nutjob here. Send down the T-Jet and I'll take him to Iron Heights."

Rupert Rattray's mouth moaned in his painful unconsciousness.