Dorothy floats gracefully, snowflakes trailing behind her as she glides silently over rooftops.

“Cold air, quiet streets… perfect for peace—”

She hears a window shatter nearby. “Oops. Spoke too soon.”

She lands, raising her hand as a blast of frost freezes two masked robbers mid-step.

“Chill out, boys. Crime doesn’t snowball on my shift. Also I’m only into woman so don’t ask”

She vanishes in a misty vapor, mission complete.