CHAPTER FIVE -The Grand Finale -

Back in the living room, Wonder Woman told the partygoers what she had overheard.

"But ... but ... that's Brunhilde's room." Conan's brow creased.

"Brown who?" asked Lois, notepad at the ready.

"She's my cook. Doesn't get in the way much. Sort of a, what-you-call-it, reclusive personality."

"Dresses in brown a lot?" Spider-man clung to the cabinets, tiny specks of oregano garnishing his fingertips.

Several of the group, faces lit with comprehension, dashed into the bedroom and stormed the hidden door. As the Brown Recluse returned through a skylight, the spandex-clad crew surrounded the minuscule maker of mayhem.

Superman grabbed the neckline of her uniform and hoisted. "In the name of all superheroes who fight for Truth, Justice, and the American Way, I arrest you." He tucked her under his arm and made his way into the kitchen, where Lois Lane greeted them with a bottle of champagne in a Ziploc bag.

"Superman, here's your evidence. May I accompany you to the police station?"

"Might be hard to steer carrying both of you. Batman, could you give her a lift?"

"Holy Triangle! I'll chaperone," Robin said, nodding vigorously. He followed Batman and Lois to the
front door.

"Can you hear me now?"

"What was that?" Superman paused, halfway through an open window.

"Can you hear me now?" Daredevil repeated.

"Oh, you're on the phone. Thought you were talking to me." He leapt from the sill in a single bound.

"Must not have been mine," Daredevil replied. "Who else would have 'I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt' as a ringtone?"

Conan, clinging to Wonder Woman, dug in his loincloth for the T-mobile.

"Never shoulda done away with the good ol' two-way wrist TV," Dick Tracy scowled.