The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
In some relationships, it can feel like a challenge to find just the perfect Valentine’s Day gift. (Or else!)
You’d never see the Batmobile getting a parking ticket like this.
When not busy being a cover model, the Blonde in a Red Dress also works as a cover artist.
Tired of playing “damsel in distress” roles, the Blonde in a Red Dress takes out her frustrations on the superhero-racetrack-for-rocket-propelled-motorbikes.
The Blonde in Red glares at the home invasion robber who deserves jail not just for his crimes, but also for the fashion offense of combining a yellow tie, purple shirt, orange jacket and green hat.
The Blonde in a Red Dress warned the carnival that their new Interpretive-Ballroom-Dance-and-Quick-Draw-Skeet-Shooting act wasn’t ready for prime time.
I can’t believe the bad guy fell for the ol’ “Distract-the-hooded-cultist-with-a-girl-in-a-skimpy-harem-outfit-while-the-hero-sneaks-up-and-pulls-a-gun-on-him” trick.
The Blonde in Red discovers that being a superhero is hard work. Unless you can pass yourself off as a damsel in distress, in which case you can have plausible deniability to sit back and make your teammates do all the work.
The Blonde in a Red Dress won the pageant due to her extra high marks in the superheroine cosplay competition.
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.