After spending years in hiding, you never thought you'd be here. Glass in hand, surrounded by other superheroes at a party hosted by the Winston Deavor.

Your latest companions had drifted off to some other corner of the party, and you'd been left in conversational-limbo. Initially, you'd savoured the moment as an opportunity to simply take it all in, but your peace was soon broken.

A woman with short shaggy hair and bags under her eyes deep enough to hold a suitcase approached you with a sly smile.

"Cute suit. Who designed that?"