Ratman was at the bar, nursing his drink. Supercharger walked over and sat down on the stool beside him and ordered a beer.
Then he turned to Ratman and said, “You look pretty down in the mouth. You okay?”
“Yeah. My wife says I have to go on a diet.”
Superduper Woman joined them. She ordered her usual scotch.
“Hey, Ears,” she said to Ratman. Ears was what she called Ratman because he had big ears. They were his super power. They were like wings he used to fly with. “What’s up?”
“Oh, the usual, Mabel.” Mabel was Superduper Woman’s civilian name.
Supercharger leaned over and said, “He’s getting fat. His wife says so.”
Mabel slapped Ratman on the back. “Ratz, you’re not getting fat. Oh sure, you could use some slimming. It’s that darn costume you’re wearing. It’s shrunk. What you need is a new costume. What do you think of mine?”
Mabel jumped off the stool and turned around. Supercharger hadn’t noticed but now he saw Mabel in a whole new light. The reds were reds, not rust. The yellows were bright and the greens, they were green.
“Wow. I like,” both Supercharger and Ratz said.
“Don’t you think it accentuates my amazing figure?”
“I must say that your butt is nice and firm. You may just win the superhero butt contest at the convention this year. Who did this?”
“Jimmy Olson, fashion designer to the superheroes. Actually he’s done a name change. He’s Jimmy O.”
“Jimmy Olson?” Ratz asked.
“Yeah. He was a cub reporter. He went and took some aptitude tests and found out he was a fashion designer trying to get out. He had always worried about being gay because he paid a lot of attention to Superman’s clothes. He had a real thing for the cape. Hated it. Now he’s set up shop. You should go see him.”
Supercharger piped in, “And me too.”
“Nothing can help you, S.C.,” Mabel said, then she gave it a bit of thought. “Well, maybe some bubble wrap.”