Earth-62.
Zatanna Zatara smiled as she thought of her home universe, and the differences between it and the one she was in now.
The sun seemed a little brighter back home.
There was proper coffee, not the weird, muddy stuff they had here.
There was Star Wars - that never got made in this dimension (although there was a six-film THX 1138 saga.)
And then there were the women.
This world was completely devoid of super-women.
Zatanna had searched far and wide, but ha come up with nothing. No Diana of Themyscira, no Kara Zor-El. Barbara Gordon and Dinah Lance were to be found nowhere. Not even a Selina Kyle or a Helena Bertinelli, or a home-grown Zatanna Zatara. It was a bit depressing, all in all.
Back home, Zatanna had absolutely loved to see costumed women fighting - or sometimes even committing - crime. She never could tell why, but now that she had found she may never be able to see such a thing again, she felt positively despondent. Sure, there were regular women in this dimension, but there was something they lacked, something that only a heroine or villainess could have. Was it the power? The ferocity? Was it simply the way the costume of a super-woman would hug her infallibly gorgeous curves? Whatever it was, it wasn't here.
So Zatanna decided to do something about it.
She decided that she would find people which she could use her magic to mould into her favourite women of the superhero world. Better yet, she could use her magic to make them subservient - her own super-harem.
First of all - she couldn't wait. She had to do the best, first.
Wonder Woman.
But who should become that sexy Amazonian?