Wonder collected

The neon glow of the city flickered against the matte-black finish of the Collector’s tactical plating as he emerged from the shadows of the abandoned shipyard. He moved with a calculated, silent precision that defied his heavy silhouette, his metallic armored helmet reflecting the carnage of the brief, intense struggle. At his feet lay the shattered remains of a concrete pylon, a testament to the raw strength of Wonderous Girl. Despite her legendary spirit and the golden bracelets that had deflected a dozen rounds of specialized ordnance, the Collector had anticipated her every move. With a hiss of pressurized gas from a concealed wrist-launcher, he had deployed a synthetic neurotoxin that finally bridged the gap between her divine resilience and mortal vulnerability. As the world spun into a blur of grey for the young heroine, her knees finally buckled, the weight of her own mantle becoming an impossible burden. The Collector stepped forward, his visored gaze devoid of heat or malice—only the cold satisfaction of a completed acquisition. He reached down as her consciousness slipped away, his reinforced gauntlets locking firmly around her waist and shoulders.