He nodded, understanding a little as he gave her a questioning look as he lifted the book. Once he could, Jack held it on his lap as he slowly leafed through the pages, looking them over. “W-well somebody’s got to d-design clothes for super heroes…” he admitted, “L-like that doctor I h-heard about who works with heroes and v-villains…” he had over heard about Dr. Valerie but hadn’t met her, at least not yet. Sometimes Metro City felt so small, how word got around about people who stood out of the crowd by what they did with their time.
Or if they had powers.
“I like th-these.” he finally settled on, smiling at some more costume designs, these of a more feminine nature. “For just a h-hobby you’re very good.”
“You mean Dr. Whitewall?” Violet was surprised, but then, he was right – this dimension could be a remarkably small world sometimes. “I’ve met her, actually. She’s pretty cool.” Since she didn’t know Valerie that well, she didn’t elaborate.
The costume designs might be different, but they were clearly a series, because the model in all of them was the same – a curvy Latino girl with bobbed black hair. Violet had clearly been trying to give her an “opera diva” motif, and run into trouble when she couldn’t find a way to make a long, formal gown suitable for the battlefield.
“… I hadn’t thought of going doing that, though,” she admitted. “I mean, most superheroes design their own costumes, don’t they?”
He nodded his head slightly, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “Th-that may be true but who knows h-how many don’t know h-how to deal with fabric o-or designs or an-anything like that?” he asked, looking back at her. “Some m-may not even be s-stepping out there because th-they don’t look good. It’s just an i-idea though,” Jack shrugged as he looked back down at her book, at another costume design. “Y-you gotta go with what calls to you m-most, don’t you?”
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