The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
Apparently, on the way down from the roof, the Grim Reaper handed off the Blonde in Red back to the Black Terror just in time to pay a visit to the poorly dressed friends of the gangsters who started this mess.
After a nice relaxing day off watching freeway traffic, the Blonde in Red heads back to work at the local theater box office… just in time for a stickup.
Remember kids: don’t talk to strangers, and don’t take candy from Nazis. (A PSA from early in the Blonde in Red’s career.)
Hurry up, kid! The tiger looks hungry!