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It had been an easy decision for Cindi, but a tough one for Majestic Woman.

«Too bad for her,» thought Cindi as she loaded up her field pack.

Normally when she went home, she just flew there. It was a long trip, but she always enjoyed the scenery. There had been one time when she was too exhausted to fly herself, but then she just took a commercial flight to Athens as Cynthia Royal. That was fine too.

But now she had orders to follow, and she didn’t want to waste the transit time. So she was going to teleport through Spyglass for personal use for the second time in a week. «At least this time I’m not transporting a giant rubber dildo!»

Thinking about the dildo though reminded Cindi of Annette’s note this morning:

Dear Cynthia,

I did a little, ahem, shopping yesterday. I hope you enjoy the surprises I left in your underwear drawer.

Of course, you can imagine my surprise at what I found as I was emptying out your old things. Master tells me you call it the BRM, the “Big Rubber Monster”. He told me that you tried to deep-throat it. No wonder your throat has been so sore the last couple of days!

Until now I thought your bravest moment was when you fought the Cloud Warriors all by yourself. That was nothing compared to this.

(°o°)

I know you’re new to all this, Cindi, but please be careful!

H+K!

Annette

It had been a nice morning laugh. It certainly helped lift her spirits some.

The packing was going slow. Cindy was not sure how well some of her fragile new undergarments would hold up to being stuffed in a military-style ruck sack. So she was packing them with extreme care.

Besides that, she felt very tired. I had ordered Annette to keep Cindi’s body up the rest of the night. I was hoping that the lack of sleep would help with the ‘jet lag’: 10 hours difference between Arizona and Greece. We would have been arriving in Greece in late afternoon if we were to leave at that moment. I had been hoping that Cindi would be tired enough to sleep tonight, even accounting for the time shift.

She was just finishing her packing when her LoH communicator suddenly started going nuts. Emergency call. «Looks like that leave of absence will have to wait a little while longer. My Lord, what’s the emergency?»

Oh, crap. It was bad ... in a sense. But I couldn’t tip her off or it would seem too suspicious. «“No time to explain, baby bitch. Just get there. They need you now!“»

She hit the response button and felt the tingle as the teleporter took her up to Spyglass. The Wraith was at the controls. “Power Man and Greased Lightning are on the ground. They’ll brief you when you get there.”

She had just enough time to think how odd it was that Blake would not even tell her where she was going, and then she was there. It was an open grassy field with no structures in sight but a large concrete post. The other two heroes were standing on either side of the post with grim looks on their faces. Greased Lightning was holding a length of chain and a padlock.

«Oh, shit!»

She flew away as fast as she could, but it was useless; Power Man was much faster. She engaged him, bringing to bear her greater combat experience, but that was useless too; he was much faster and much stronger. Soon he had her arms pinned behind her back. The last two times that happened ...

«“Discipline”» Crap! She did that to herself. She began to shiver uncontrollably.

«“Snap out of it, Cindi.” WWMWD?»

The last part was not a verbal seed; it was a visual seed image of one of her yellow calligraphed sticky notes.

Immediately she was back, struggling, snapping her head back to try to break his nose, anything to break free. That’s my girl. But it was all to no avail. Power Man was forcing her to the ground.

Faster than even she could follow, Greased Lightning threaded one end of the chain through the D-ring on her collar, then through the O-ring at the other end of the of the chain. Then in a flash, he was back at the concrete post padlocking the chain to one of several iron rings on the post.

Instantly her powers disappeared, flight, invulnerability, super-strength, super-eyesight, super-hearing, the works. Majestic Woman had been ready for it since she saw Greased Lightning holding the chain. Unfortunately Power Man wasn’t ready. With a wet snap, bright pain blossomed in her right arm.

«WWMWD?»

“Claud, you asshole, You broke my fucking arm. Let me go!” «This is either one of Blake’s stupid training exercises, or I’m dead.»

Sure enough, Power Man immediately let go, murmuring his apologies. The Wraith appeared from nowhere as his holographic invisibility dissipated, holding a stopwatch. He must have arrived when she was ... busy, although, it could have been any time really. The “Wraith” that spoke to her at Spyglass could have been one of his hologram projectors. How would she know?

Looking at the timer, Blake shook his head. “Ten seconds, Cynthia. I think that’s a record. No one’s ever subdued you that fast before. ‘Trapped in bonds of metal by a man’. That’s what it says in your personnel file under ‘Weaknesses’, right?”

“You damn well know it is, Blake. But did you know that I was the one who fought for the ‘Weaknesses’ category to be mandatory when the Legion was founded? We have to know these things so we can watch each other’s backs, not so we can get our kicks on a slow morning.“

“Is that what you think of me, Cynthia?” asked Blake, sounding genuinely hurt, “No, ‘watching your back’ is precisely what I’m trying to do now.”

“Well congratulations, Blake. None of the other LoH Chairmen ever thought of directly attacking my stated weakness with a Rheonean and a super-speedster before. Enjoy your ‘ten-second record’.“

“Right. And there’s a reason nobody ever thought of that. None of us ever wore our weakness around our freaking necks before you did. Claud, break the chain, please. That broken arm is gonna make me lose my lunch.“

“Wait!” screamed the powerless heroine, “Nobody touches anything before I’m done. Claud, I need you to reach up under my uniform, on my right hip and find the key I have stashed there.“

Power Man’s shy reaction is more reminiscent of Claud Bolling, Cosmopolis City Librarian, than of the mightiest hero on Earth, “Um, Cynthia, I, uh, don’t think I—”

“You fucking broke my arm; you can fucking well reach in and get my key. I can’t!”

Claud had never heard her swear like this before. Of course, he’d never seen her this angry before either. He reached inside her uniform. She added, calmly, levelly, but with unmistakable menace, “And if you grab my buttcheek, I swear I’m gonna visit you one night with a jar of rheanite in one hand and a can of whoop-ass in the other.”

He flinched but found the key, pulled it out, handed it to her. Key in lock, lock released, then collar released. She felt her powers flow back into her, and, as that happened, the other feature of the Shield of Athena manifested itself: instant healing of any undesired damage that had happened when the shield was down.

She flexed her arm a couple of times and then turned to Blake. “There. Damage repaired. Power restored. Hero not subdued. How many seconds now, Blake?“

Blake didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to the other two and said, “Guys. Thanks for the help. I’ll take it from here.”

“No!” Cynthia shouted, With a powerful whip-snap motion she broke the chain off the concrete post and unthreaded it from her collar.

“We’re gonna do one more demo, this time without the collar. Claud, you’re gonna subdue me just like before. Try not to break my arm this time. Bill, unlock the padlock and keep the chain and padlock ready. This time thread the chain through the ring on the post and the O-ring at the end of the chain. Wrap the free end of the chain around my neck and use the padlock there. Go!“

With that she was off in the sky, with Power Man hot on her trail. «So, My Lord, is this what Majestic Woman would do?» Rather than answer I just flooded her with the warm feeling she would get in Annette’s slavebody when she knew she had pleased me. She got the point.

This time it took 15 seconds, mostly because Bill and Claud took exaggerated care to ensure that Bill was closing the padlock just as Claud was releasing her.

“So, here I am, powerless, just like before. Oh! Except I can’t escape this time, because I don’t have the key to this Gods damned lock. So, what did we learn here, fellas? All you really needed to bring Majestic Woman down was that post, this chain, and this padlock. The collar didn’t make a fucking bit of difference. Quod erat fucking demonstrandum!“

Blake looked at her coolly. “You’ve made your point. Bill, unlock her please.”

The speedster actually seemed slow in response. He fished the key from the hidden pocket in his skintight suit. He opened the lock. A man of few words, the speedster only said, “You okay, Cynthia?” as he removed the chain from her neck.

“Yeah, fine Bill. Thanks.”

She apologized to Power Man for snapping at him, “I’m kind of cranky, Claud, I didn’t get any sleep last night.”

Then she turned to Blake again.

Blake held up his hand. Wait. “Cynthia, I’ll be happy to let you yell at me all day long, but let me speak my piece first. Bill, Claud, please teleport out now.”

The two heroes even seemed to teleport away at super-speed. They didn’t want any part of the argument they saw brewing.

Blake began to pace as he talked. Something to mask his anger, his concern for his friend. It worked; he’s good at hiding things. “Did you see the news footage of your heroics the other night? It’s the most successful large building fire rescue operation any LoH member has ever been involved in. Even Claud. But all they could talk about was your interesting new choice in neckwear.“

“Blake, I—”

“Let. Me. Finish. The reason none of us ever thought of testing your weakness before, is because until yesterday, No one had ever seen you wearing your weakness around your neck. I don’t understand it, Cynthia. It’s as if Claud carried a box of rheanite with him everywhere he goes, or as if I carried a huge red ‘here I am’ flag that stuck out from behind my holograms, or as if Sea King carried around a fucking giant blow-dryer.“

“What the fuck is going on with you, Cynthia? Either spill it or ... or convince me that you know what you’re doing.“

«My Lord? Help?»

«“You’ve got to give him something that will satisfy him. Give me a sec.“»

I had been searching Blake’s thoughts since the call came through at her home, but things were ... fluid in there. There was an opening here, something that he was looking for that he didn’t even know he was looking for. What could it be? Aaaah. Got it. «“Tell him you’re in love. You don’t have to lie. Try not to; he might catch you. No specifics though.“»

“Blake ... that thing that was on my mind last week. I ... I’m in love.”

Blake frowned. “And the collar?”

“The crazy things we do for each other. I can’t explain it, Blake. But it makes me feel close to him. It’s special to both of us. Don’t read too much into it.”

“He’s a cape?”

“He’s a noncombatant.”

Blake shook his head. “Jesus ... fucking ... you’ve fallen for a mortal? I thought you told me you had learned your lesson about that during the war.”

“I never said he was a mortal. I said he was a noncombatant. He’s actually older than I am. More powerful, too.”

«“Shit! T-M-I, baby bitch!“»

«Trust me, My Lord.»

“Oh ... oh ... no. Cynthia, please tell me that you haven’t fallen for Heracles.”

Paris, France, July 10, 1958

It was the middle of the Cold War, the height of the “Red Scare”. Against her better judgment Majestic Woman had agreed to do some “undercover” work for the US government. The CIA was certain that NATO secrets were leaking to Russia through France. They just didn’t know how. Of course, as leader of the newly-formed Legion of Heroes, one of her conditions for helping was that she would report her findings to the LoH as well as the CIA. That was how Blake knew about Heracles. As current leader of the LoH, he had studied the mission archives ... Cynthia’s more thoroughly than most.

In any case, Cynthia was posing as an exchange student in Paris, looking for suspicious behavior. One of the targets that the CIA had wanted her to study was a shady antiquities dealer, “Hercule le Grec”. One evening she decided to follow the man after he closed his showroom. Things were going well until he seemingly disappeared into the shadows. She knew only one being who could do that. And in her mind that being was already her prime suspect.

She sharpened her super-eyesight further and located him looking back at her. Now she had him!

She shouted, “Show yourself, Ares!”

The man stepped under the street light, a comically hurt expression on his face. “Ares?” he said amusedly, “You wound me, Amazon.”

Cynthia was shocked. It wasn’t Ares, but it was certainly some other immortal being. And vaguely familiar too. In retrospect, Cynthia kicked herself for not realizing. “Hercule le Grec”? How could he have been more obvious? He must have thought it the height of irony to call himself “Heracles the Greek”!

At the time though she had made the connection through the artwork many of the original Amazons had created down through the years. This man wore a fine Italian suit, not animal skins, and his hair and beard were neat as a pin, fastidious even, not wild and unkempt as in the pictures. But no one could look in those eyes and mistake him for anyone else.

“Heracles,” she whispered. It was the man who had enslaved the entire Amazon Queendom. Of course, that was back in the early days when there were only about five hundred Amazons, but it was a seminal event in Amazon history, and one of the main reasons Amazons hated and feared all men.

“You have me at a disadvantage, Amazon,” he chuckled.

“What?” she said, confused.

“Your name, s’il vous plait?“

Well, it had shocked Ares, when she had said it to him; maybe it would shock this monster too. “I am Kynthia, Daughter of Hippolyta, Royal Princess of the Amazons.”

It worked. The ruddy-faced man blanched even more than Ares had. “Your ... your name ... Kynthia?”

“That’s right.”

“Daughter of the Queen?”

“Yes, what of it?”

“You are ... say ... two and a half millennia in age?”

She was caught completely off guard by that question, but she recovered her aplomb. “Now it is you who have me at a disadvantage. How could you possibly know that?“

If anything, he turned whiter. “I ... I have to go ... Kynthia. It ... it was a unique pleasure to meet you.” He turned to leave.

“Wait!” she cried out, “I have a question for you.”

He froze like a deer in the headlights. “Ask your question ... Kynthia.”

“Are you passing NATO secrets to the Russians?”

He looked shocked for a second, but in the wake of it, he recovered his humor. It wasn’t the question he had expected, not by a long shot. “Ha! No, no, Amazon, my days of serving kings and governments are long past. But you, you must be the ‘superhero’ that the Americans used to fight the Nazis, right? You would be well-advised to follow my example.”

She was incensed at his ... audacity. “You misunderstand, slaveholder. I used the Allies to support my fight against the Nazis. To sanction it. Because I am a soldier, not a vigilante, not a loose cannon. But that hardly makes me a puppet, unlike the so-called hero that danced to the tune of that snivelling coward, Eurystheus. Oh, please let me follow your example! Do you have some chains handy? I seem to have forgotten mine. How else will I learn to enslave and rape women like the mighty hero Heracles?“

His expression softened, despite the insult. “Well said, Kynthia. Of all my regrets, of which there are ... many, the evil I did to your people is among the worst. I fear I have made you angry, and for that, I apologize. I would apologize for the other too, but it would do me no good.”

“How would you know until you try?”

“I did try ... Kynthia. I tried to apologize to your Queen. It in point of fact did me no good.” He paused, staring intently at her. “Actually, I now see that some good did come of it. But clearly that good was not fated for me. Please, do not mention this meeting to your mother, and please, allow me to take my leave. I have no wish to trouble you any further. Besides, this,” he said, waving his arms expansively about him, “is the most beautiful city in the world. It would be a shame to destroy it fighting over an ancient grudge, best forgotten.” With that, he disappeared again.

Rising straight up into the sky, up above the city, she soon located him. He was running from her, bounding and leaping across all obstacles as he ran at an incredible speed, almost as fast as her own top flight speed. Her first instinct was to follow him from the air, to keep him in sight. But there had been wisdom in his words. She looked down at the lovely City of Lights all about her. She decided not to give chase.

Of course, back with Blake and Cindi, all that memory flashed through her mind in less than a second. Much, much less time than it took me to recount it.

“Oh great Hera ... No, Blake, It’s not Heracles. And you can stop guessing now. You’ve never met him. Or heard of him. I’m certain.“

“You’re certain.”

“It’s like his superpower is ‘keeping a low profile’. And I’m not about to break his cover. Not for you, not for anyone.”

If anyone understands the value of hiding—the power of hiding—it’s the Wraith. He softens a bit, but just a bit. “And you met him ... how?”

Cindi’s Majestic Woman simulation bristled artfully. “I think I’ve had enough of the third degree. You wanna lighten up on me some, Blake?”

“Cynthia, I ... I just ...”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re the ‘white knight’, and you think I’m the ‘damsel in distress’. I get tired of it, Blake. You do this to me all the freaking time. Look. I’m not ‘in distress’. I’m just a twenty-five-hundred-year-old broad who’s head-over-heels in love for the first time. It’s okay, easy mistake to make. I hear the symptoms look pretty much the same.”

Then she gave her friend a big goofy grin. “I’m happy, Blake. I don’t think I’ve ever been happy, just ... happy, ever before. Can’t you be happy with me?“

He gave her a soft, gentle smile in return. “I ... sure, Cynthia, I can be happy, with you, for you. Just, please ... be careful.”

“Blake, you never give up, do you? One day you’re going to find that woman who really needs to be rescued, and she’s never gonna know what hit her.”

They smile. They hug. They teleport back to Spyglass.

Before Blake went home to Carthage City, Cynthia took the opportunity to present her Leave of Absence notice.

“Going to see your mom?”

“Yeah, you just got a good preview of my conversation with her.” She reached up and touched Blake’s cheek. “Except I don’t think she’s going to be nearly as understanding as you were. Thanks.”

“Sure. Stop by when you get back. We’ll ... we’ll talk.”

“I’d like that. Bye, Blake.”

Something about that exchange ... bothered me. I just didn’t like all the touchy-feely. But Blake and Cynthia had always been like this together. They were friends. I had no idea why an innocent, friendly conversation had made me so uncomfortable. That bothered me too.