Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

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October 28th 2017 in Microfiction

Wonder Woman landed a punch to his jaw and then kicked him hard in the solar plexus (a stylish combo the others felt sure could redefine “ass kicking” for generations to come). He reeled backwards, spinning to the ground, grabbing at the air. She moved quickly, tying him up with rope. Once immobile, she lifted him up onto his feet and gave him a hug. “Uh,” said Batman, standing up, “you had me in awe until that last part.” “Which part?” she responded, confused. “That huggy bit. Kind of a soft close on subduing a dangerous criminal.” “We are not allowed to use compassion in our work?” Wonder Woman asked directly. “Yeah, Bruce,” one of the other Justice Leaguers commented from the back. “I need you to hug me.” “Go to hell,” he said, not turning around to acknowledge the laughter that followed. “Flawless execution and hella unique personal style. Next!” The dummy was reset and another superhero stepped forward to demonstrate.


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