But this wasn't her normal outfit. Far from it. She'd been working on this since her first mission under Panopticon. It had to look good, it had to be sneaky, and it had to stop people recognising her. So, first things first, a practical set of black yoga pants, a long belted black t-shirt, and nice heavy black boots that would leave an imprint on criminal ass. Because she was going to kick ass and take names. Yeah.
She sort of wanted a cape, but they had to be fitted carefully and designed so they'd come away if they got caught on something, and she didn't want to choke to death. So rather than that, she'd picked out a black leather jacket. She could float in silently behind someone and slam them with her fear aura. Dressed all in black, they wouldn't see her – but they'd still be terrified. The black woollen balaclava to cover her hair was the penultimate step. There weren't too many platinum blonde flying superheroes around.
But of course, the get-up wasn't complete without a mask. And it had to be a proper one. She had considered a gas mask, because Panopticon looked really pro with that, but she didn't really have to worry about gas getting through her forcefield so… eh. It'd fog up when she was flying. So instead she'd gone to the market stalls in Chinatown and browsed.
Victoria held the mask in her hands. She'd found what she had been looking for. In theory it was a white cat mask. But the mouth was a scary fanged thing, and the way the large eyes were ringed in black made it look more like a skull. A cat skull.
It was so awesome! The bad guys were totally going to freak. Looking at herself in the mirror in her black get-up, she looked nothing like she normally did. Which was the point.
She slipped on the mask and exhaled. A cat-faced monster stared back at her, white skull-like face over black. It was almost freeing. This was the first costume she'd ever picked entirely for herself. Before, she'd always had PR people standing by to correct anything they didn't approve of. This was hers. No one else's.
