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Wonder Woman 603

Did DC goof when they released the cover of 603 (top two, bottom two are the official ones)? The covers showed Wonder Woman wearing her classic costume and her new glorified street fighter one. Seeing how they are killing more and more Amazons, almost like they're red shirts in Star Trek, maybe DC is trying to speed things up? Personally I still think they're trying to stir the pot.

Tarot

I've been aware of Tarot, the black rose witch for a few years now. I was aware that it was a racy comic book, what I didn't know was just how racy it was when I started reading scans of it. Think of the golden age/silver age of Wonder Woman on steroids.

Sex, lesbian sex, full female nudity, bondage, and other stuff *Ahem* I don't think there's an issue that doesn't have Tarot or another character at least topless. However, no matter how much she disrobes or is stripped (Her bikini enchanted battle armor always seems to fall apart), she'll always keep her mask on! Undaunted she'll fight in the buff, that's our girl!

Her boyfriend, Skeleton Man, in my humble opinion is probably the biggest excuse for a hero. He does manage to get Tarot out of a few jams, but whenever he flies solo, it's a disaster waiting to happen.

I've included a pic from issue #45, you can see what I'm talking about, read at your own discretion. *Ahem*

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Wolf in Gotham Part 3

The Dark Knight, my least favorite person in Gotham, was now a distant memory as the snow began to fall on sleepy Gotham. I put my hands into the pockets of my leather flight jacket as I began to walk down the street. My mind raced back to Jaime, no doubt this was divine intervention, for if her dad knew I was in the same zip code with her, someone's head would be rolling.

A cry for help snapped me out of my musing; I turned my head from where the cry resounded, it was a dark Gotham back alley. I was told never ever go into one of those alleys alone-under any circumstances, but the cry continued. I looked up to see if the Bat was coming; after several seconds I realized he wasn't going to come to the rescue. I prayed a quick prayer and reluctantly entered into the alley.

I came to a complete halt as the cries for help stopped; I quickly drew my 9MM issued sidearm and cautiously scanned the area. Next thing I knew a foot kicked the gun out of my hand. I could barely see my assailant, but what I could see was that he was standing a few feet away in the shadows and much shorter than I. I let my new friend make the first move, one that I very easily blocked. I blocked the next blow with my forearm as we danced in the shadows.

It was apparent my would be assailant was feeling me out; another arm came flying in. Again I blocked it, but this time I went on the offensive as I counter attacked. My assailant deftly blocked it and my next attack. We blocked move after move, I quickly came to the realization that I was slowly losing as my adversary began scoring hits.

I furiously started what ultimately would be a vain counter attack. I accidently grabbed something that was round and very soft; I quickly realized I was fighting a woman, a well trained one at that. She screamed out as I held onto her soft tissue. I released it as fast as I could, but it was too late. I would taste her fury. A round house kick momentarily stunned me just enough for her to grab my arm and send me flying into a stone cold brick wall.

I felt my wind leave me as my body hit the hard cold wall; I slowly slumped to the snow covered alley. I may have been dazed but my pride took a hit the bigger hit. A hot shot Navy pilot that survived SEAL training got his ass kicked by a woman.

"Let's see who you really are," her soft voice sneered. Her strong knees straddled my side as her warm hands searched my pockets and pulled out my wallet.

"RYAN!" the voice exclaimed as it turned to a shocked apologetic tone, "They said you were coming to town. Oh, I'm so sorry!"

A light came on and I could see a very voluptuous ninja sitting on my lap; she looked down and pulled her mask off revealing her angelic face and blue hair.

"Lady Blue?" I asked as my eyes came back into focus.

"Ryan, I'm so sorry," she again echoed and pulled me up, "I thought you were mugging someone."

Blue turned around as yet another woman ninja dropped into the alley; she pulled down her mask. She sported a mischievous beaming smile as she rested her hands on her hips, "Oh Bluey, that was sooooo much fun. I gotta do that again!" With that said she put her mask back on and cart wheeled into the cold night.

Blue's violet eyes narrowed, "Dana."

Moments later Blue helped me up to my feet, she looked up at me, "Ryan-san, come by the tavern and whatever you want will be on me: My treat."

I held my head and smiled the best I could, "Thank you, Lady Blue, but I'll think I'll just settle for a couple of aspirins." I rubbed my aching back as I finished. Now, I had been an acquaintance of Lady Blue for roughly a year. I never really had much conversation until now. I never realized just how beautiful she was or how big she was in all the right places; she was taking my breath away in more ways than one."

Blue smiled as she slightly tilted her head, "Okay, Ryan-san. Get your rest and come by when you feel up to it."

"I will," I smiled in return. She gave me a wink and put her mask back on; seconds later she leapt into the gloomy Gotham night and was gone.

Wolf in Gotham Part 2

At 2100 hours, I hit one of the local greasy spoons. The rain had turned into a fine mist as I gazed out upon the busy concrete jungle; with any luck it would soon to turn to snow. I could hear Wonder Woman in my mind's ear; I ordered something low fat as not to upset my stomach. Tomorrow would be my first flight in nearly 5 months; I couldn't afford to get sick over night.

I stepped outside after a hot cup of cocoa. My breath was visible for all of Gotham to see; the mist was turning into sleet, snow was on the way. I thanked God that something was finally going my way. I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket and walked down the street.

I was three or four blocks from the heart burn kitchen when I felt like I was being watched. I didn't like the feeling; I calmly removed my hands from my flight jacket. A hand suddenly reached from the shadows and grabbed my jacket. I was flung against a wall.

I saw a dark figure standing in front of me; his eye slits narrowed as he approached. The Batman wasn't happy, he's never happy. Snow began to fall as I fixed my jacket.

"You know the Navy wouldn't like it if one of their pilots couldn't fly on a mission of national security due to some actions of an over anxious vigilante," I stated.

"Save your idle threats," the curt Batman answered harshly and demanded, "Why are you here?"

"Classified," I replied, returning the curtness.

"How long will you be here?"

"Classified," I replied.

Batman continued playing twenty questions and I kept playing Mr. Echo. His clean rock hard granite face was inches from my smooth shaved cleft face. The testosterone was violently boiling. "I don't want you here," he gnarled.

"Would it make a difference if I were an Army lieutenant?" I asked with my tongue firmly in cheek.

After a momentary pause of silence Batman huffed, "You're not your brother."

"The Naughty French Maid sends her best, oh Great Gotham," I retorted.

His eyeslits narrowed, he pulled out one of his bat toys and fired it. A grappling hook soared into the air and snagged something; the Batman streaked upwards into the falling snow and disappeared.

"Up, up and away!" I mocked as Bats was swallowed by the night. I walked back onto the street smiling. I felt like did over Kosovo when I saw that MIG-29 Fulcrum burst into flames, it was my first kill. My mind quickly raced back to Jaime and her 18th birthday. I was a 21 year old junior at the Academy and we purposely waited for that night; we rocked the walls down. Her dad found out and threatened to have me kicked out of the Academy. He changed their phone number and ultimately moved the family out of town. I hadn't seen her or heard from her since 'till tonight. This God blessed night. I felt that hope was reborn. Jaime would replace the MIA Sergeant Bathsheba Lobo.

Wolf in Gotham Part 1

I don't think I posted this story I wrote in 2007. I may go back and rewrite it and attempt to put in my bogus memoirs since another sweet friend stated that I should get my work published.

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It was a cold, dark, dreary, stormy night, even by Gotham's standards, as I reported to Gotham Naval Air Station. Gotham sure knows how to roll out the red carpet. I entered the processing station and removed my rain soaked jacket. I wiped what water I could off my face and reported in. A beautiful dark auburn haired yeoman sat behind the wooden desk, she looked up unconcerned. I braced for the inevitable cold reception.

Her soft sultry voice welcomed me, "Welcome to Gotham."

I was totally taken aback, I tossed my jacket aside and replied, "Thank you." I handed her my paperwork.

She smiled and took it. The yeoman looked down and asked as she worked, "Is this the first time you've been in Gotham, sir?"

My reply was drenched with sarcasm, "No, unfortunately," as I momentarily looked away out at the rainy Gotham. I hated Gotham. Joker, Penguin, a police force so corrupt it makes the 1920's Chicago force look like the Boy Scouts, and Batman, for crying out loud; you name it. The Birds of Prey, however, were the only exception, maybe I'd get lucky and meet one of them. I positively hated Gotham.

I glanced down and saw her name tag, it rung a bell. I mumbled her name as I looked away, my brain raced at Mach 5 trying to remember her. I asked as I leaned on the counter, "Don't I know you?"

"You said that the last time you saw me...sir," she replied with a hint of sensuousness in her voice as she kept her head down.

"I did?" I couldn't remember.

She stood up and handed me my paperwork. She remained professional, but I could tell by the look in her eyes I had either totally pissed her off or hurt her deeply. Maybe both.

Then it hit me, like a AIM-54 missile kissing a Russian TU-95 Bear; my eyes widen, "Jaime?"

"Hello Ryan," she answered as Mac Davis crooned softly from the radio, "Girl you're getting that look in your eyes
And it's starting to worry me."

Jaime Kelly. She was my first flame out and first score. I looked at her. My eyes ran from her gorgeous auburn hair down to petite waist; she was more beautiful than the last time I saw her. "I tried."

"I know," she replied still standing at rigid military standard, "Daddy changed the number and moved us away."

I looked down and then back up, "I'll buy a drink."

"I have the graveyard shift, sir."

Damn. I hadn't seen her in nearly 10 years. Her dad hated my guts; he didn't want his little girl to marry a future hot shot pilot. Little did he know after 9-11 Jaime would enlist in the Navy; here we are. Standing awkwardly in a dark damp Gotham night. Why couldn't this be more romantic, like Miami on a full moon night?

"Tomorrow?"

"Fraternization, sir."

"No, yeoman. It's not," I answered, "I'm not your superior."

She winked her eye and replied, "Is that all sir?"

"Yes, yeoman."

"Good night, sir. Enjoy your stay in Gotham."

"Thank you, Yeoman Kelly," I replied as I put my jacket back on, "Carry on."

Mac continued to softly sing his warning, "Baby, baby don't get hooked on me. Baby, baby don't get hooked on me."

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