Emma had the reflexes and demeanor of a predator cat. She had strength five times most men, and an uncanny sense of when things were about to go bad. The problem was, of course, that Emma had her own ideas. And the uniform he'd had made for her debut as Raven wasn't among them.
"Look, Emma." Alan said. "Just humor me. One night out in the Raven outfit. See how it feels. If you want to go with something more... frumpy after that,we'll work something out."
Emma shook her head, making her tightly coiled ringlets swing back and forth. "Oh please. You just want to stare at my butt."
Alan laughed., making the dresser creak with protest. "While that's true, it's just... it's just the way things are done. Superheroes wear spandex. It's how they know we're heroes."
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