Thread: I wasn't always a bad girl (eDomme and I)

Roused from her sleep long before 1030, Vanessa remained disoriented for a moment before realizing it was the squeal from the police department's special frequency which notified select persons that a particularly violent crime had occurred. Use of this secret frequency prevented the press from finding out about it and swarming over the scene before the CSI team could begin work. Naturally, the DA's office would be one of the entities notified, and the on-duty attorney would respond. Vanessa, being in charge of the office, didn't have to take a turn with the all-night duty, but she was notified of any special interest cases. Still groggy, she slipped into costume and took a moment to check herself out in the mirror. Vanessa had wanted Lady Justice to break the stereotype of the large-bosomed superheroine, even though her breasts were probably the largest of them all, so she had designed her costume accordingly to bind the breasts and make her appear as modest as possible. Still, she did like boots, and regretted she had to show some restraint in Vanessa's choice of footwear out of fear someone might put two and two together and figure out her secret identity. She also avoided the ridiculously high heels favored by some superheroines and villainesses alike. Despite her excellent sense of balance, she figured why make it harder than it needed to be. Before long, she sped off to the scene in a special non-descript car registered to a non-existent person. After all, Vanessa couldn't have her car show up at every event Lady Justice went to, could she? Parking four blocks away from the scene, she decided to take the alley ways to the store to lessen the chances of anyone seeing what direction she came from. Thanks to the formula which had given her super powers, she was able to sprint the distance in less time than an Olympic contender. The only drawback to the formula was that her night vision which hadn't been great to begin with was seriously affected. Fortunately, her powers of echolocution usually prevented her from tripping over the odd trip hazard, and usually enabled her to find the bad guy who invariably thought he could hide in bushes or behind trash dumpsters. Fortunately, it wasn't dark yet, but it was fast approaching. Naturally, there were no working lights in this particular alley for several blocks. Suddenly she stopped, looking around the alley, disoriented. Damn lack of sleep. She had forgotten to count the blocks. She knew she had parked four blocks away, but couldn't remember how far she had gone. There should be police at the back exit of the store as well as in front and inside, but she saw nothing. Obviously, crime was picking up and that meant fewer patrol officers were available to respond to major crimes. She knew that eventually someone would show up to protect the scene in back of the store, too. Meanwhile, she could look around for any evidence the bad guy left behind -- that is, IF she could find the right door. Oftentimes, a business will have the address on back door as well, to assist in deliveries. Squinting her eyes, she stepped up close to one door to see if she could decipher the numbers which looked like they may have been painted on sometime during the 1920's.