The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
C’mon heroes! You had one job! And yet you let the Blonde in a Red Dress get rescued from one rampaging robot just in time to get captured by another rampaging robot!
The Blonde in a Red Dress, pinned beneath rubble (and cover blurbs), is waiting to be rescued by costumed heroes, who are themselves tied up and waiting for yet another hero to rescue them too?
No wonder the robot in the background is watching this farce play out with haunted, deer-in-the-headlight eyes. Alas, if only there was someone competent who could set him free from the cruel masters who take joyrides in his hollowed-out torso!
(Or… maybe the robot just really hates clowns, and is shellshocked from reading the upper cover blurb?)
The Blonde in Red really should have learned by now to stay away from graveyards.
Flashback week! The Blonde in a Red Dress seldom talks about her college years — probably because they tended to involve stuff like being taken hostage by glowing radioactive mummies with rayguns.
Well, either that, or maybe she avoids the subject because of her questionable fashion sense at the time. I’m glad she ditched the striped beanie.
Nah, that name’s too long, I think we’ll stick with “Blonde in a Red Dress”.
I wonder what sort of life the guy running the presses must have led to have reached the point where his only reaction to a police raid is jaded, world-weary boredom.
Ah! I was wondering how our heroine was going to survive yesterday’s predicament.
If the fickle hand of fate itself is a member of the Blonde in a Red Dress Fan Club, her long death-defying career suddenly makes much more sense.