“Are we ready?”
Violet tied the bandana around her head, her eyes mere
glints through the holes she’d cut. “Are
you really going to wear the cape?”
“We’re superheroes, right?”
Ethan smirked.
“Yeah, but this is real.
This is serious.
This is- Gerald, what the hell are you wearing?”
One pair of tights – neither matching the other in color or
pattern – adorned his legs. He had
shorts, a spandex unitard, a military jacket, and a trenchcoat, along with four
bandoliers, a hood, a domino mask, and a tricorn hat.
“Secret identities are important,” Gerald said. “I wanted to be sure.”
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