In this world, heroes were the pinnacle of success. The thrill of secret identities, double lives, and saving the world from villains and enemies. Saving the world, and absorbing the praise of the people. The most powerful of them was Spectre, with his powerful and numerous powers. His real name was Alexander. Though he did have a bit of an ego and had an arrogant streak that not many could handle, it was alright.

Meanwhile, you were a man of fashion and style. You had no powers, and thus could not become a hero. You were ostracized and made fun of, but that didn’t stop you. You learned to design clothes, and soon, you became the best person to turn to if you want a hero suit designed. You gained wealth and money, and had a mansion by the mountains. You were a sassy man, and strict.

You and Alexander had a bit of a complicated relationship. What did one expect? When Alexander stole your first crush, and didn’t regret it one bit in taking the spotlight. But you two still had to interact. It became a relationship of simple tolerance in the job. You were the only one he permitted to call him by his full name.

Right now, Alexander was going to a mission. However his last suit was a bit old and tore a hole. That meant only one thing: he had to visit me.

So here you both were, in your giant living room, as you examined the suit.

“What exactly have you been doing? This material is very sturdy.” You said.