The Brave and the Bold: Wonder Woman, Liberty Belle and the Huntress

The Deadlier of the Species

by Libbylawrence

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 1

Wonder Woman stood before a mirror in the Georgetown home she shared with her husband, Steve Trevor. She looked no older than she had in 1940, but she had altered her costume to make adjustments for her pregnancy.

The skirt was now longer but slit at each side for greater freedom of movement. It was likely just a temporary change, but she did like the look.

She turned to Etta Candy Darnell and said, “What do you think? Am I improving as a seamstress after forty years in man’s world?”

Etta was slim, elegant, and demure as the headmistress of the Holliday Academy for Young Ladies which she and her husband, the retired Colonel Darnell, operated for wealthy debutantes. She had once been a wild, loud, and fat woman but time had changed her, as had the expectations of her new role.

“Diana! You’re still the best looking dish since Rita Hayworth! Woo woo!” she cried.

“Etta! I have not heard you made that noise in years!” laughed Diana.

Etta smiled. “What would my proper young ladies at the school think?”

“So, Di, do you think it’s a son this time? A Wonder Boy in the making?” she asked.

“If so, I’m really going to have to alter this costume before handing it down to him!” laughed Diana.

Elsewhere an attractive woman was less than happy. She was young herself, due to a criminal’s rejuvenation scheme. Her name was (unfortunately) Paula Crock… a.k.a. the Huntress.

She had just received an unexpected visit and she was still fuming over the news brought by this evil apparition from her past.

She had looked up to see a sultry blonde wearing little more than sandals, and armor like that of a Viking warrior maiden. Her golden locks and flawless face enhanced the effect her stunning body made.

“Well, old times return anew. I bring you news that Wonder Woman is expecting a child. I restored you to life once and even invited you to aid me in my Olympian crusade, so now as my “heir,” of sorts, I turn to you with this news,” she cooed.

Paula frowned. “Gudra! You used me and tore me away from a quiet life many years ago! I never returned to that existence! I would slit your pretty throat!”

“If you had any power even close to that of the personal shield maiden of the Valkyrie Host, that is. But come, let us forget the past except to remember the pain brought upon us by such heroines. Tell me, how fares the real Huntress? She took your name, did she not? Now Diana has a child in the making… your daughter is in jail, I believe! It is a shame how you have been forgotten and have failed to live up to the potential I saw within you when I gave you a second chance at life!” she said with a musical laugh.

She vanished, and Paula fumed. “I’ll show her! I will hunt down every heroine, best them, and reclaim my rep. Let that child be the Huntress… I shall be the Manhunter from now on!” she said.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 2

Valerie Van Cleef sat in jail and pondered her youthful life. She had been captured and arrested by the new Black Canary during her very first time out as the second Killer Moth. The redhead knew that even her famed father had been beaten countless times but she had never been in jail before and she did not like it. She also thought of the blonde martial artist in fishnets who had soundly beaten her.

“The Black Canary is a legend of sorts… but then, so is the name Killer Moth. If only I could have beaten that bottle blonde, but then she was a JSAer for years! None of them have aged much. What is their secret?” she wondered.

She did not now that this Black Canary was the “heir” of the late JSA member. Angel O’Day had merely found the costume and diary of the late Dinah Drake Lance and had been trained by a JSA foe to become a “Trojan Horse” to infiltrate the famed team. She had been a pawn and now worked solo down South to fight crime and honor the name and outfit she wore.

Still, Val glanced up to see an odd sight. A woman hung from the outer wall of her cell with amazing agility. She dropped a vial on the bars and they burned away.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Call me Manhunter! Join me, my pet?” she asked.

Val hesitated then eagerly followed the former Huntress to freedom.

“How can I repay you?” she asked.

A sultry blonde girl waited below. “Good work, mother!”

The Manhunter turned to her newly freed daughter Artemis and the Moth. “Merely kill any costumed woman and you’ll owe me nothing!”

Thinking of the Canary, Valerie Van Cleef smiled with anticipation.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 3

Helena Wayne knew about legacies. She was the daughter of the Batman! She was the daughter of Police Commisioner and Gotham City Elder Bruce Wayne. She had two legends to live up to, in a way.

She had been a successful laywer for years now, and as the Huntress she had staked out a reputation as the effective vigilante and JSA member her dad had been in his time. She had even admitted to being Batman’s daughter during a press junket.

Now she gazed out of her apartment window and wondered if she was doing enough. Batman had been perhaps the greatest hero of them all, and his shadow was large yet.

She received a call from Harry Simms, her friend and confidante.

“Helena, listen. There’s trouble. Nightshade is loose, and so are several other female maniacs. Can you wear that outfit I like so much?” he said vaguely over the phone.

“Oh yeah! I’ll get the matching bag and heels too!” she said hanging up.

Nightshade (Pamela Isly) had been a foe of her father’s, as well as of several JSA or All-Star Squadron heroes. She was the protege of Sandman’s old enemy Ramulus, and used his first villianous name. She had never aged due to her weird plant toxin metabolism.

Huntress would just prune that little weed real fast, or so she thought.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 4

Diana Dare was pouting. She had the wealth, the blonde looks, the archery skills, and the sensational bikini costume of Queen Arrow but no one cared about her! The JSA ignored her! The team called Infinity Inc. did not answer her calls!

She had the best public relations team in the business at her beck and call, yet other than her adoring male fans, no one took her seriously.

“I have to join a team!” she said. “Perhaps a new Law’s Legionaires like the first Green Arrow!” she mused.

The pretty blonde smiled. “That’s it! My own team!”

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 5

Manhunter turned to her newly assembled gang of her daughter Artemis, Killer Moth, and the Barracuda.

“This ad in the newspaper announces a new superheroic team to be formed. Applicants are to meet on this date at the Star City Plaza Hotel. The Queen Arrow is holding auditions,” she read.

“So?” asked a bored Artemis, crossing her long legs.

“So? Dear child! This means several heroines in one place at a known time. We forge invitations to established ones like Wonder Woman, Liberty Belle, Huntress, et cetera, and send them via JSA Headquarters. Then when they get there we strike! Perfect hunting technique: get your game together on your ground and wipe them out!” said Manhunter.

“I like it!” said the violent Barracuda.

Killer Moth nodded. “But what of new members? We can’t take on a woman like Power Girl!”

Manhunter frowned. “I admit that I was more interested in going for Black Canary, Huntress, and other less powerful ladies, but I am recruiting some special talent to aid us. One is setting up Huntress as we speak, using a trick I picked up from the Cheetah!”

“Why isn’t she here?” asked Artemis.

“She has been extremely hard to trace since her rejuvenation. I hope she will eventually join us, though I know Priscilla Rich prefers to hunt alone!” said Manhunter.

“But what about those super strong types like Wonder Woman? Even pregnant that Amazon is like a human tank!” said Moth worriedly.

“Follow my example, ladies. When in doubt go to mother!” laughed Manhunter. She walked out, leaving the others to exchange surprised glances.

“Her mother would have to be about eighty or one-hundred years old!” said Barracuda.

Artemis shrugged. She had never heard a word about her mother’s mother before.

Manhunter went to a secluded cabin and greeted a stunningly lovely blonde woman.

“Mother! You look well!” she said.

“Paula, I sense you’re up to something? On the hunt again? Wildcat, is it? Or that creamy Green Lantern?” said the lovely blonde.

“No! Not yet. I hunt their females. Would you please aid me?” she asked.

The blonde nodded. “It would do me good to be active again. Since I killed Him all those years ago… all I have done with my time is master greater arts of magic and preserve my youth. I could use a new hobby. I don’t suppose you know of any successor to Him?”

Manhunter smiled at her mother’s long time obsession. “Well, with that handsome Nadir long gone… that really doesn’t leave a worthy heir.”

“See, Paula? If you kill your prey, then the fun ends all too soon!” said the first Tigress.

“I’ll risk it, dear!” said Manhunter.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 6

Nightshade posed in front of the Gotham Botanic Gardens which she had converted to her own personal playhouse, as shown by a line of injured officers who lay still with smiles on their fevered faces. Her toxic blood made her touch or her kiss burn like a fever. Many men died happily at her kiss.

Her green leafy outfit was stylish and caught the eye as did her good looks, undiminished by forty years of evil schemes and defeats by the likes of Batman, Mr. Terrific, Liberty Belle, and Sandman.

The Huntress remembered her father saying that her kiss was lethal and her charms as seductive as those of a swaying cobra.

Dick had laughed, “Yeah, but I’d like to see her shed her skin!”

She smiled at the bad puns and the humor Bruce Wayne had shared eagerly with his beloved ward in those days.

Now she dropped down from the leaves to kick a thugs flat on the groun. She spun and tossed a batarang into a second hired hand who sputtered the usual: “B-b-boss! It’s the Huntress!”

Nightshade smiled and waited with her hands on her hips.

“Well, Daddy’s little girl is all grown up. Too bad I don’t like to play… with girls!” she said.

Huntress said, “Don’t worry, I’m going to end your games right now!”

She kicked out, and Nightshade barely ducked in time.

Nightshade allowed her vines to fire thorns at Huntress and the agile daughter of the Bat dodged them all with an impressive show of acrobatics.

She landed upside down and sprang back to tackle her foe with alarming speed.

Nightshade frowned. “You are far more physical than your dear departed!”

Huntress slapped her and said, “Don’t soil his name with your poisoned lips!”

Nightshade kneed her in the chin and released a spore that clouded Helena Wayne’s eyes.

She choked and rolled aside as Nightshade laughed and kicked her in the ribs.

Got to hold my breath. The anti-toxin I took before coming here should keep me safe, but why take chances? she thought.

She flipped a knife and sent the handle into Nightshade’s face.

“You broke my nose! How dare you! I’m marred!” whined the spoiled beauty. “Kill her!” she cried, and vines surrounded the Huntress on all sides.

Fighting a plant mistress in the biggest garden in Gotham has to be one of your dumber moves! she thought to herself as she swung up and tried to escape the clinging vines.

She made it and watched the villainess below. “Got to end this fast. She kills too frequently to be allowed to run loose!” said Huntress.

She whipped out a device and tossed it down to land at Nightshade’s slippered feet. It released a freezing chemical spray she had modified from one of her father’s experiments.

“Plants hate cold and so does Miss Fig Leaf herself!” she said grimly.

Nightshade screamed and fell over in pain. Huntress dropped on her and sent her to sleep with a final left hook.

“Back to your prison pot, you malignant weed!” she said, dragging Nightshade out by her long hair.

When the news reached Manhunter, she smiled.

“Why so happy? Nightshade lost!” said her daughter.

“She did what I paid her to do. Just wait and see. That spore will unmask Batman’s successor,” said Manhunter.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 7

Angela Leonard was more than ready to join this new team of Queen Arrow’s. As the great granddaughter of Olga Clatterbuck, she had grown up with stories of mystery-women and men and her mother had been a petted favorite visitor to the home of a famous one. Mrs. Clatterbuck had been the housekeeper to Jonathan Law. Her visiting daughter and grandchild in turn met and came to be “adopted” by the wealthy writer when he made his fortune.

He never married, but he maintained a distant extended family through the Clatterbucks. Now, he was very ill and dying, in all likelihood, but he had passed on his tricks of the trade to young Angela Leonard.

Angela was the last living Clatterbuck, so she had attached herself readily to the kindly older man. He was a natural storyteller and he regailed her with exploits of himself as the Tarantula and of his friends like Johnny Quick, Robotman, and Sandman.

Angela wore a modified version of his Tarantula outfit. She wore a brown and black top without sleeves and black fishnets with slippers. She wore a small black mask and carried numerous weapons designed by Law’s allies over the years. He had felt at liberty to adapt them, since they had shared their secrets with him over the years. She hoped he would live long enough to see her join a team as he had long before.

In Roanoke, Virginia, the curvy platinum blonde called Angel O’Day had dressed in her usual favorite 1960′s-styled mini-skirts and go-go boots (newly found at her neighborhood thrift shop). She loved the fashions of the years before her birth and she loved another outfit. It was a fishnet and blue/black number that she wore as the new Black Canary. She hoped this trip north would be worthwhile. She had been invited to join the JSA once, but declined because she had been used by a foe of theirs. She was hopeful of joining a Junior JSA but had never been contacted again. Now she would see what Queen Arrow offered.

The trip would be eventful, to say the least.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 8

Libby Lawrence wore a black evening gown with high heels and she looked divine as she danced across the floor in the arms of her date: John Chambers. He was her ex-husband, and yet they had begun dating again recently, as if drawn together by a fate that knew them better than they knew themselves.

She did feel right in his arms. She had always loved him, but in the past the loss of a child and his refusal to grow up had distanced them.

She now saw the adventurous life as the right one for both of them after years in which she remained a mother and career woman alone. Liberty Belle was young again. In fact she looked more like a teen than she had when she had started her famous Channel swim long ago.

Johnny smiled. “A post recession penny for your thoughts?”

Libby laughed, “Oh, just enjoying the moment. We should have always done that!”

“Miss Responsibility saying that! The world is ending!” he quipped.

She tossed back her long blonde locks as they fell forward. “No, really, I mean it. Life is not to be used for all work. You were wiser than I was to know that back then!

“I guess things just moved so fast for me… from Poland with Daddy’s death in the bombing, to the race across France to Dunkirk and my swim… then to America and my career as an Anti-Nazi speaker and broadcaster from radio to TV newsbabe,’ Not to mention my time in that outfit you loved so!” she said.

“You mean the pink teddy?” he joked.

“Perhaps! I still have that one too!” she said.

She enjoyed the moment, and it was good she did, for the days to come would be dangerous ones for the All-American Girl, Liberty Belle.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 9

“Helena Wayne! That’s the one! Look at her face! It is bright pink when I use this lens!” cried Manhunter to another costumed woman.

They watched from Gotham Tower as the pretty lawyer made her way to work the day after she had fought Nightshade as the Huntress.

“I’m tempted to wring her neck myself… but don’t worry, I know your family had a history with hers, and I feel as if I beat her by bringing you to her unmasked!” said Manhunter.

Her ally wore a black suit and hood. She said, “I hate her! I hate that symbol she wears! It tormented me all my life! Daddy used it to punish me and he called it his aversion therapy. Well, it worked. That bat emblem has haunted me for my entire life. Tonight I slay Helena Huntress Wayne for my father, and more personally for myself!” said the intense woman.

Manhunter felt cocky. “See? The spore Nightshade hit Huntress with left an odorless, colorless stain on her face. She can’t see or feel it, but this lens allows me to see it. The pink marks her as the Huntress, even as Helena Wayne. The Cheetah taught me this trick… actually, I stole it from her but why quibble? I knew Batman had to be wealthy, and I knew his last known appearance and his first one. The only men that were in Gotham those dates with enough money and the right build were few. Those with daughters of the age and size of the Huntress were exactly three. Only Wayne has that tell-tale mark,” bragged Manhunter.

Her ally said, “Leave her to me! She won’t be attending that meeting with her pals.”

Manhunter nodded. “This one is crazy… but she may hate the Bat enough to actually slay her!”

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 10

Helena Wayne entered her apartment after a long day only to immediately sense that she was not alone. She noticed nothing out of place, yet she had that trained detective’s sense of her environment and she knew… something was wrong!

She rolled to the floor as a knife planted itself where her chest had been moments before. She tucked herself up into a ball and rolled to cover before looked up to see a black clad female.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I am Sharon Strange. My father, Professor Hugo Strange was the sworn enemy of your father, Bruce ‘Batman’ Wayne! I have been raised in the shadow of the Bat, as it were. It is my tormentor. It is what drives me onward to perfection. It is the bane of my existence, and I am Lady Bane — the slayer of Batman’s successors!” she said, reaching for a sword.

Helena gasped and ripped off her blouse and skirt. The boots could wait. She stood costumed partially and unmasked: half Helena and half Huntress.

She stood ready and blocked the lethal sword thrust with her hands placed precisely against each side of the blade as it rested inches from her nose.

She was not prepared for an assault in her home, and felt exposed in more ways than one.

Elsewhere, at the Star City Plaza Hotel, the would-be heroines gathered at Queen Arrow’s summons. Tarantula (Angela Leonard) clung to a wall and watched as a famous pair entered together. Liberty Belle and Wonder Woman had chosen to come out of respect for their peers, though neither had plans to join any team.

“Diana, I can’t say how happy I am for you and Steve!” said Libby.

Diana answered the blonde beauty, “Thank you! Parenthood is never easy. How is Jesse?”

As they bantered, Black Canary entered. She looked so much like her predecessor that Liberty Belle did a double take. “Dinah Lance revisited!” she breathed.

On the podium and stage stood Queen Arrow (Diana Dare) in her bikini with her bow and quiver ready.

“Welcome, ladies. This is what I hope to be the start of a new heroic era!” she began.

Fire gutted a wall as a few costumed foes entered suddenly, led by the Manhunter.

“Sorry, ladies, but this is not a beginning at all. It is rather the end of your lives!” she laughed.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 11

Liberty Belle shattered the hotel windows with a sonic blast as Artemis fired gas arrows into their midst.

Wonder Woman stepped forward and swirled her magic lasso at super speed until the fumes had dissipated harmlessly. Thank Hera for Belle’s quick thinking. She and I are the only ones here with much experience, she thought.

Manhunter kicked her in the face as she was thinking. The blow did no harm, but it did delay her from helping the others. “A mommy to be like you should be resting… perhaps I can give you your final rest!” she sneered.

Diana blocked a second punch with her bracelet and grabbed for the agile Manhunter, who rolled aside.

Belle frowned. “This group may not be enough to handle these killers. Wish Hawkgirl had shown up or Firebrand!”

She ducked under a kick from the blonde Artemis whom she had beaten once before. “I know it was you who left me in jail last time!” she said. “I’ll rip your hair out for that!”

Belle smiled. “I’d do the same to you, but peroxide stains so!” She fired a sonic blast directly at the Manhunter’s child. She yelped in pain and fell hard.

Black Canary had flipped through the air to avoid a fiery blast from Killer Moth’s gloves, only to be snared in a net tossed by Barracuda.

The blonde bombshell did not panic. She waited her time and when Moth closed in for the kill, Angel reached through the heavy net to pull her in closer by her flared wings.

They tumbled to the ground, and Canary rolled aside to keep free of any deadly fire power.

“Anybody got any Raid?” she quipped.

Tarantula clung to the roof and raced across it to drop down on Barracuda’s solid shoulders.

The impact almost stunned Angela Leonard, but she stayed plastered to her foe’s back with one adhesive glove while she fired an odd pellet from her wrist webpoon into Barracuda’s snarling mouth with her other hand.

The savage daughter of the Shark gasped and fell down, choking as a modification of Wes Dodds’ knockout gas sent her to dream land.

Tarantula smiled and tossed back her blonde locks. “All right! This stuff really works!” she said smiling.

Black Canary ripped free of the net in time to dodge a slamming fist from the Moth. “I’ll kill you, legs!” she yelled.

Angel twisted back with a smoothly executed side kick to Moth’s helmet. It flew off and revealed the redhead’s pretty features.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 12

Then Queen Arrow fired three precise bolts into the air. A blinding flash burst from one while a shocking spray discharged around the other two as they dropped squarely in front of the armored Moth. She screamed as the voltage ripped through her armor. She passed out at a startled Canary’s feet.

Queen Arrow winked to Angel O’day and leapt for Artemis. Belle had spun her around and flipped her over her back only to be kicked forward as the blonde fell. Now, Diana Dare landed on Artemis and was elbowed in the face as she landed. Belle took her chance while Artemis fought with the bikini clad Queen Arrow. She connected with a solid right hook that dropped Artemis flat.

Queen Arrow gasped as her hair was pulled back by Manhunter, who had deserted her fight with Wonder Woman after being slapped across the entire room.

“I’ll slit your throat, Green Arrow Barbie!” she laughed.

Tarantula fired a web line that hit Manhunter in the face right over Diana Dare’s ear. She pulled and the sticky line yanked Manhunter away from the beautiful archer. Manhunter cried out and cut herself free with a gleaming knife.

“Magic!” cried Belle.

Manhunter tossed the magic knife (a gift from her mother) at Belle who rolled out of the path even as Wonder Woman dove in front of her and knocked it away.

Then a black robed woman burst inside. “Lady Bane! Just in time! I suppose you have slain the Huntress?” said Manhunter, catching her breath.

Lady Bane dropped down and suddenly landed a kick to Manhunter’s head. She revealed the Huntress uniform beneath the Bane robe.

“No! Actually, she lost and I thought I’d borrow her cloak to slip in here,” said Helena Wayne.

Manhunter raged at her namesake and tackled her fiercely. Then as they fought the Tigress appeared in a puff of smoke. Black Canary swung at her, only to connect with Liberty Belle somehow!

“My magical misdirection fooled you! And let me say that I knew the first Canary and you, poor child, are too-too soft!” sneered the witch.

Canary screamed as electric fire radiated over her body.

Tarantula fired a knock out pellet which stopped in midair and hit her with alarming accuracy. She passed out due to the magical spell.

Tigress laughed. “I have not had such fun since I killed the greatest man I ever knew!”

Manhunter smiled as Wonder Woman stood alone. Queen Arrow had been disposed of by a dart from Manhunter’s crossbow. Huntress was choking from a blow delivered by Manhunter earlier.

She yelled hoarsely and a blonde flew inside defiantly. “Kara!” she sighed with relief.

Power Girl had been summoned by her friend earlier after Huntress had beaten Lady Bane. She had played back up long enough.

“OK, you geriatric crones! This stops here! Your A.A.R.P. meeting is in the next hotel over!” said a grinning Power Girl.

Wonder Woman warned her. “Kara, be careful. Magic!”

Tigress smiled and gestured. Power Girl glowed bright red and Manhunter darted forward and decked her with one punch.

“Nice work, mother! You made her normal under that red sun spell!” added Manhunter.

Tigress laughed. “As I once did with her cousin when he aided him.”

Wonder Woman tossed her lasso over Tigress. “Surrender! Who is ‘Him’?” she demanded.

Tigress ignored the magic with her own spells and said, “I always refer to the only man I ever loved as Him. No one else is worthy. Zatara the Magician, my loving enemy. I studied magic after a career as a simple jewel thief because I loved him. I had to kill him in our last battle and life has held no meaning for me ever since!” said the pretty blonde.

“But he’s not dead!” croaked a sore and battered Huntress.

“What?” cried Tigress, and she sent lightning at Wonder Woman.

The bolt did not bounce off her bracelets as expected.

THE DEADLIER OF THE SPECIES: Part 13

Wonder Woman fell to her knees in pain, as magic fire played across her body. “Hera, help me!” she muttered and surged forward against all the pain.

Huntress cried out. “Zatara did not die in your last battle… he was banished to another Earth… where the Justice League live!” she gasped.

Manhunter started to kick her when Tigress stopped her.

“My magic senses the girl speaks truth. I did not kill Giovanni! I assumed I had, but he lives! Then, I must find him and slay him or win his love at long last!” she cried with a gleam in her blue eyes.

Wonder Woman grabbed Manhunter as Tigress vanished in a puff of smoke. “Don’t have time for delicacies!” she said. She delivered one stunning blow that knocked Manhunter cold.

The women gathered their friends and tended to their injuries.

“Huntress, are you OK? Bane must have hurt you more than you let on,” said Kara.

“She almost broke my back, but I managed to beat her with a trick Dad once used. A bit of martial arts and luck,” she said.

Belle helped Queen Arrow up and said, “I can’t join your team, but I admire your desire to start one.”

Wonder Woman chided Power Girl. “Kara, having your power is not enough if you are careless in its use. Tigress could have killed you when you charged her so recklessly.”

Power Girl frowned and bit back a sharp retort.

Tarantula and Black Canary approached Queen Arrow. “We’d be happy to join your team. What do you say? A new Law’s Legionaires!” said Angela.

“I say welcome aboard. Now we need some males,” said the smiling blonde archer.

Wonder Woman turned to Huntress. “Your father would be proud of you. Your quick wits may have saved us all. Well done, sister!”

Helena smiled at what she considered to be the highest praise possible.

Belle said to Angela Leonard, “Your mentor Jon is dying? Could Wonder Woman’s purple healing ray save him? I hate to think of him sick like you say.”

Tarantula glanced at a nodding Diana Trevor.

“Oh, please! Do take him to your Ray and try!” she pleaded.

Wonder Woman promised to try and the women filed out slowly.

“Diana, the other Earth is shut off from us according to Flash. Where do you think Tigress ended up?” asked Belle.

Diana said, “Some nameless limbo, I fear!”