Blitzkrieg, her supername was derived from potentially dangerous, purple gloves that shot streams of flame, or "lightning" as she liked to imagine from the fingertips, and because she believed her alias meant looming catastrophe on people victimized by her criminal activity, was a lovely, 24-year-old German maiden, with very fair skin, blue eyes a blond hair. Her appearance out, or even in, costume was not particularly "ominous," as she hoped her name would inspire. Rather than a criminal, "Blitzkrieg" looked like a pretty, strong, healthy beerwench, and really she was not taken very seriously by upholders of law and order, nor even members of the criminal community. She had the inexperience - and lack of education - of a farmgirl when it came to criminal activity, notwithstanding that she was an irremedial, very bad girl who, inspite of her poor - very poor - success rate in underworld activity, never gave up trying on a successful heist.

Blitzkrieg's costume did not at all enhance her reputation among the "good guys" nor yet among the criminal underworl, led by such deadly criminals as Joker, Batman's persitent nemesis, and Lex Luthor, who dared to challenge the invincible Superman. Typically, besides her dangerous, purple gloves, the girl wore long purple socks, and purple, high-heeled shoes. So far so good. But in spite of her wholesome, beerwench facade, Blitzkrieg wanted to appear as sexy as she could as she could during her criminal activities, so she wore a short-short skirt, actually a one-piece number that only barely covered her breasts; but since she wanted to appear as alluring as possible, if only to herself, the defect in her clothing, did not particularly embarrass her. But this phenomenon embarrassed bot the criminal community and the law-enforcement enforcers, including the superheroes and superheroines. But there was one more, very indecent part of her dress that not only embarrassed everyone involved with her was that her short-short skirt did not usually reveal only her panties. On a good many occasions she wore a "thong" instead of panties, leaving her bottom completely uncovered, ther for all to see; this article of clothing contributed to making her a laughingstock among the bad guys and the good guys. But Blitzkrieg believed her over-all appearance made her sexy, and she ignored criticism from her colleagues, even laughter. The important thing to Blitzkrieg was that her dress made her appear sexy, if only to herself. But she was sure other people agreed with her, if not her fellow criminals or the heroes, then at least anyone who saw her committing a crime would think she was a sexy, naughty girl!

But more embarrassing than this, two things that made her the least, seriously taken criminal in either the underworld or in the worl of heroes. Blitzkrieg had not once carried out successfully any heist or other criminal activity; she would not listen to advice from more experienced, and successful, criminals than herself, believing, everytime, that her plans were "invincible." She refused a plan to "apprentice" her to an experienced, fortunate law-breaker, thinking her mentor could teach her nothing she didn't already know and unswervingly put into practice. Without fail she either blamed her failures on "sorcery," somehow practiced by the heroes or someone closely allied to them, poor choice of target caused by the "stupidity" of the very few adherents she had in the criminal world who often acted as her advisers - though in fact these people all had more experience than her and almost always advised her against a target she had locked onto, very jack-assedly judging by the results,and she likewise blamed the failures of her attempted heists on just plain bad luck. Never did she blame herself. In fact Blitzkrieg had a very exaggerated opinion of her own intelligence; in fact the girl was herself on the rather stupid side; if not she was silly in excess, and completely incompetent. The "magic" gloves with the "lightning fingertips" were practically useless under her control. She had never been trained - by her own choice - in their most effective use by either the all-female terrorist group she bought them from, and she ddeclined help from both male and female supervillains and supervillainesses who alone possessed the potental power these gloves could provide Blitzkrieg. "I can handle them myself very well!" Blitzkrieg would say to them.

Well, Blitzkrieg found an opportune moment, and opportune place, to carry out a fat heist, making her rich and taken seriously by her criminal companions. Far away from her headquarters of Gotham-city, Blitzkrieg found a rather successful jewelry store on her computer. It was closed on Sunday, and most remarkably, she found that its alarm system was old-fashioned and could easily put out by her "magic gloves," and there was no indoor laser system to protect the store or its jewels. On top of that the store owners felt they had no use for a security guard, inasmuch no one had ever attempted to break into the store. She found all this out on the so-called criminal's computer, immune from search by law-enforcement agents by a microchip that scrambled the computer from outside surveillance and reported all information the underworld would find useful for criminal activities. Blitzkrieg had found what she considered a fail-safe hit. She told her usual accomplices that she was driving alone in her unmarked - licensed car. In three days she arrived, and checked into a swanky motel near her target

Blitzkrieg, had planned her "attack" on the jewelry store practically as she learned about it's success but vulnerability in Gotam-city, and solidified it on her trip. So she spent all day and half the night in her comfortable motel-room bed, and finally, at One O'clock in the morning, decided it was time to put her "flawless" plan of the jewelry store robbery into efect.

She decided to walk to her destination, she was so confident in her success, and the store was only a block away. Her attire was, as usual, as "sexy" as she could make it. Her skirt was very, very short, and instead of panties she only wore a thong, which revealed her fair, white bottom to anyone who was there to see. She wore hard-heeled shoes, long, purple socks, and, of course, her "magic gloves." Her garment cvered her belly, but was rather unsteady at the breasts, sometimes even slipping and baring at least one of them, when she walked fast, as tonight - which Blitzkrieg liked, thinking the "look" made her more sexy, more luxurious, more desirable.

It only took her ten minutes to arrive at the store; she believed it was first necessary to disarm the alarm, but she could not find it as she looked through the window. So she decided to use her "lightning fingertip" to disable the entire electrical system of the store. She looked up to find the pole that supported the electric line-conduit that powered the store; very soon she discovered a line from a pole connected to a power box outside the store, aimed both extended hands at the line, and successfully severed it. It did not occur to her that this plan could have caused a dangerous and damaging fire as well as live lines that could cause serious problems later, but fortunately neither of these happened; she had killed the line, which hung lifeless from the pole and the store's power box. She went back to the front of the store and saw the nightlights of the store extinguished, though she could still find her way easily around the store from the streetligts. It had not occurred to this "seasoned criminal" to bring a flashlight.

As a safety precaution of the store's power system, the front doors were automatically unlocked; Blitzkrieg noticed that one of the doors, defectively, stood slightly ajar. So this very naughty, indeed wicked, girl simply opened the door and entered. Blitzkrieg had the foresight to bring with her a large leather handbag in which she intended to carry her loot. She took only glance at the beautiful jewelry, all encased in locked, nearly unbreakable glass, so she decided to go into the back of the store where the main office was. Blitzkrieg could still see clearly enough, even when she entered the office, to find a safe - vault actually, which as it happened contained many thousands of dollars that the owner of the store left in the vault, for purposes of change for the customers or other, various necessaries for the store,, and was only emptied once a week, on Friday. To Blitzkrieg's seeming good fortune, the store owner and all his employees were much too busy to make it to the bank that Friday - it was now the wee hours of Monday morning - so he thought the money would be safe in his vault until Monday. As a result the vault contained more than one-hundred-thousand dollars. Blitzkrieg approached the vault, shaking but rather awkward than spry, with excitement. She tried the vault, to see if the downed electric system had unlocked the vault, but to her disappointment - it would have come as no surprise to any other villain - the safe was still locked. So she backed a good distance away and aimed her extended, wobbling hands toward the lock of the vault and opened fire. Within seconds the lock was broken and the vault door creaked open a little. Blitkrieg smiled at her success.

The villainess smiled broadly when she opened the safe widely and saw the stacks and stacks of monet. Blitzkrieg wasted no time. She bent over and opened her handbag wide, and began - but only that - to take a stack of money out of the vault. But unknown to the young criminal, a seemingly-ghostly figure appeared behind her on the left side, and then solidified into the superheroine Misfit - whom Blitzkrieg had never heard of. The superheroine was only a teenage girl, but she was far stronger than all her opponents. She could appear in one place, disappear, and then instantly appear at another. She had super speed and super stealth. When she entered the main office of the jewelry store, seeing Blitzkrieg bending over to collect "her" money, the wicked girl had no idea that she was there.

Blitzkrieg's bare bottom, emphasized by her short-short skirt and bent-over position, could not help but prove an obvious target to begin Misfit's upcoming struggle.