Chapter 5 : That's Not A Phone, That's My-

Moving her hands from his collar to Buttermilk Bob's neck, she applied pressure and slowly choked him while lifting his feet into the air.

Super Woman : "Now how does a little man like you know my name?"

Buttermilk Bob shook with great resistance doing his best to free his neck from her grip. But no matter how hard he tried he could not pry her hands off him. Strangely enough this situation was eerily similar to the old fanfictions he used to write about Wonder Woman so in an unusual way being choked by her was sorta like a dream come true and a nightmare at the same time.

This was because unlike Wonder Woman Super Woman was a confirmed diagnosed psychopath incapable of feeling empathy or guilt. She could kill as easily as she breathed. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry in this situation Buttermilk Bob's brain entered auto pilot and he blurted out the first thing he could think of while being questioned by such a scary beauty.

Buttermilk Bob : "Harder mommy-Urk!"

Super Woman : "What!?"

Super Woman's grip had briefly loosened in the confusion, feeling unsure at what she had just heard. She frowned wondering if what she heard was right or not? Her grip tightened as she angrily demanded Buttermilk Bob to repeat himself.

Buttermilk : "St-Stop I said Stop your, uh-choking me".

Super Woman : "..."

Nodding her head Super Woman felt this sounded more realistic to what she thought she heard him say earlier. As Buttermilk Bob's face started to turn blue from the lack of oxygen. Super Woman scoffed and tossed him into the floor like a piece of garbage.

Upon landing Buttermilk Bob groaned in pain and violently coughed on the ground trying to catch his breath.

Super Woman : "Are you finished groveling yet?"

Buttermilk Bob : "Oww".

Buttermilk Bob had taken his sweet time standing back up to think of a way to get out of this mess. Understanding the gravity of the situation he quickly regained his composure and figured the best thing to do was smooth talk her into letting him go. With any luck on his side she will just get bored and buy whatever bullshit he can think of on the spot.

Super Woman : "Who are you and how did you know my name?"

Walking over to him she stood face to face ready to beat him to death at any given moment with a mean glare in her eyes she spoke coldly.

Super Woman : "I won't ask again."

Cursing his bad luck, Buttermilk Bob could only helplessly sigh and gamble with his life on the line by lying through his teeth. Having experience dealing with Karen's from his old job at McDonalds he knew that there were only two real ways to handle these kinds of people.

He could A : stand his ground but given his current strength that was stupid or B : kiss-ass and bootlick while fence riding until she lets him go. Being able to Fence Ride during conversations was an essential skill for networking and defusing people.

Buttermilk Bob decided to approach this situation like a problem at the work place and spoke in such a way that turned the pitch of his voice into that of a happy go lucky young service man.

Buttermilk Bob : " Oh-ah sorry to bother you miss my name is Bob and I am a huge fan of your work, I wanted to learn more about such an amazing and talented person so I did some research online and found out about the history of the Amazons through web forums".

Super Woman : "Web forums?"

Upon looking at her confused face, Buttermilk Bob's smile became deeper, thanking his lucky stars that this incarnation of Wonder Woman was a boomer with tech and so he could spew convincing technobabble. carefree .

Super Woman : "Well.. that still does not answer my question".

Unlike her Wonder Woman counterpart Super Woman was a much more straight forward person so she only believed what she could see with her own eyes. Feeling annoyed that she could not understand the whole internet thing. She started grabbing Buttermilk Bob by the neck again who at this point raised his arms up in surrender to show as much non aggression possible.

It was such a submissive action that Super Woman did not even bother to apply pressure this time and simply forced him into eye level to find out if he was lying to her. The moment he did she would happily bash his skull against the wall and rip off his head for even daring to lie to her.

Among the Crime Syndicate she was notoriously bad with technology especially when compared to Owl-Man or Cyborg however she still knew enough about phones to casually enjoy them. So she demanded to see what he was talking about as Super Woman was curious about what the mortals had recorded about her and the Amazons online.

Super Woman : "Show me this forum web thing, now."

Buttermilk Bob : "Sorry miss I don't have my phone on me."

It was a reply that was not only incredibly inconvenient to Super Woman but one that annoyed her greatly. Making her finally apply pressure into her hands to choke Buttermilk Bob again. She glared and stared directly into his eyes, eyes which showed both fear and a strange frantic expression.

Buttermilk Bob : "Urk!"

Super Woman's gut feeling was telling her that he was not lying but her sharp intuition still held suspicion so she quietly analyzed him up and down. Until she saw a familiar suspicious bulge in his pants that made it look like something big was in his pocket. Her eyes widened as she recalled the strange protrusion on there first encounter too.

Feeling a lightbulb turn in her head she angrily yelled at him and quickly reached to grab the phone inside his pocket.

Super Woman : "You think you can fool Super Woman! Foolish mortal you will rue the day you-"...

Buttermilk Bob : "!?"

Being touched down there for the first in Buttermilk Bob's two lives by a woman, he was unable to suppress a very loud and very lewd moan.

Buttermilk Bob : "..."

Super Woman : "..."