"That's another thing I don't like about superheroing." Chance said to Valkyrie, who seemed to also have issues with her wardrobe at times, as he took of his jacket, several gaping holes where hot lead had passed through the silken fabrics. His shirt was bloodied too, so that had to go too. You couldn't be superheroic covered in your own blood. But Chance did. So the shirt had to go, just a few superficial bruises and scrapes over an otherwise incredibly chiseled body. His injuries looked far worse than they actually were.<br/><br/>Of course, he came prepared, and as the bang came, he was immaculately dressed again, as always, dealing with his own personal score of groupies, who, since he tried to be noticed at times as a superhero actually did notice him, the tabloids being full with Omegapolis' most eligible bachelor superhero.<br/><br/>He rubbed his ears too and glanced around. "What was that ?" he asked puzzled for a moment, looking at his three beautiful companions, even after a few days, still carrying a somewhat flirtatious smile. Although he had kept himself completely professional outside of that smile.