Wonder Woman: Parking Garage Prisoner

You work private security, currently in the underground parking garage of a fancy office building. It’s a shitty gig, but it pays the bills, mostly. (The building has it’s own guards, who get paid a lot better than you, not that you’re bitter or anything.) You’re 3 hours into the evening shift, 5 hours left until the garage closes and you can lock up and go home. You’re in your little guard room on level P2, mostly ignoring the wall of security camera feeds while you try to decide what kind of food to have delivered.

On the TV, the Justice League is fighting some big monster in City Park, but that’s over a mile away so it’s not your problem. The camera zooms in on Wonder Woman, easily the most photogenic of the group in her red and gold buster, blue satin shorts, and miles of shapely leg. She flies straight at the creature, long black hair flying, a giant broadsword raised over her head. You’re checking out her perfect ass when the monster’s wild swing connects, a fist the size of a minivan slamming into her with enough **** to rattle the news camera a block away! The beautiful Amazon flies backwards out of frame, the camera panning wildly to catch a shot of her as she soars over the nearest building and out of sight. Damn, I don’t care how tough you are, you’re going to feel that in the morning!

You turn back to your phone, vacillating between Thai food or falafel, when suddenly a loud crashing sound echoes through the garage. Even in the basement you can hear the building groan from the impact. Half your security cameras go dead, the lights flicker but then come back on. What the hell was that?!

Running out of the security room, you hustle up the ramp to see what on Earth happened. As you reach P1 the air is full of dust, but you can’t miss the big hole in the side of the ground floor level. As the air clears it looks like something punched through the brick outer wall, tore through a bunch of electric cables, knocked a good chuck out of a support pillar, and absolutely demolished some asshole’s Tesla. (Serves them right!)

You’re standing there surveying the damage and thinking “So much for a quiet night” when your flashlight falls on a figure. It’s a person, lying on the floor of the garage where they bounced off the Tesla. Someone in a red top, blue shorts, and red boots. Their face is obscured by a mass of disheveled black hair but there’s no mistaking that costume…or that ass! It’s her, Wonder Woman! The Amazing Amazon, lying facedown in a crumpled heap, clearly out cold! That monster’s punch must’ve knocked her all the way here from the park!

Looking around, you hear sirens in the distance. How long is she out for? Police and/or fire are probably on their way, and presumably the rest of the League will come looking for her soon.