Spider Woman struck dynamic poses on the roof of an office building in downtown Manhattan. Even though she was a well known superheroine, she couldn't help but be flattered to be in this photoshoot. Especially since she was asked personally by Peter Norman himself, the world famous fashion photographer.
But unfortunately, even famous fashion photographers can be blackmailed...
"Certainly, Mr. Norman," replied the heroine.
Once more she struck every pose the photographer requested... unaware that her enemy the KingPin had arranged for this room to be rigged with small gas jets. As she obediently posed she was also inhaling an odorless, colorless gas that slowly sapped her mind's ability to resist suggestions.
"Alright Spider Woman, now I would like..." The poor man didn't really want to do this. But the Kingpin had made it quite clear that this was the only way to save the lives of his wife and daughter. He had to.
"I would like to get a few pictures of you without your mask."
"Wha-- what did you say?" She asked almost timidly.
"Just a few of you... unmasked. I'm afraid that I must insist. It will be, um, perfect for this spread," Norman said.
"But... I... I..." the helpless heroine protested, weakly. And then, "Certainly, Mr. Norman."
Photo after photo was taken. Finally, after a half an hour, the voice of the Kingpin blared out over a hidden speaker.
"Lovely, lovely, quite lovely my dear Spider Woman... Or should I say Jessica Drew! Yes, that's right. I now know your secret identity. Not to mention possessing dozens of very professionally done photos of you, masked and unmasked... I've gotten what I need to to finally have you under my thumb, Ms. Drew -- at my mercy!"
"Oh yes, you are right to shiver, 'Spider Babe!' I have you right where I want you!
"Now, you will go with these men who just entered the room. They will bring you to my penthouse where I will... 'entertain' you for the rest of the night!"
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