Killer Frost

Killer Frost lowered her arms, dispelling the subzero temperatures she'd summoned to block a blow from Wonder Woman.

She wasn't in Metropolis anymore, that was clear. For one thing, Metropolis wasn't the fattest city in the world and men and women both cared for manners and their appearance. Not so here, the villianess noted.

Wobbling piles of fat waddled to and fro, breaking wind, belching, and just making pigs of themselves in general.

"Disgusting," Frost grumbled, but soon noticed an approaching police car, sirens blaring. Summoning her power, she had a giant ice spike up end the vehicle, Frost leaping and dashing through the air to the roof of a two story building.

Hopping a few more roofs, she made her way thirty blocks down, hopping into an alley and emerging onto another street. Darting into a building, she was nearly overwhelmed by the sickly smell of dried sweat and BO.