Super heroes have a hell lot of costumes, so who exactly creates said costumes? *looks at Superman and questions who the hell thought that yellow would be nice*
So, here is my explanation.
DISCLAIMER: All superheroes from pop culture that you find here are not mine!
This is a preview but the way, one that'll be continued as soon as I find the time.
PREVIEW
5. . .4. . .Why do I do this?! . .2. . .1.
"Hey Millie? You here?" Oh dear person-diety-thing that commands the universe, why the hell do I do this?! It's not that bad having a hero like The Flash know your first name and come to your apartment at random times, especially when he happened to be amazingly good looking and wonderful, but this was one of those days when having a gorgeous superhero drop by wasn't good.
Nope,on top of the hangover and long hours from the day before, an unscheduled work day, judging by the tear in the right leg of the speedster's body armor, wasn't something that she had planned.
"Flash?"
"Yes?" The man stopped his raid on her fridge to look over at the woman, who was surprisingly still in bed, despite the fact it was afternoon. "Millie, I came to ask if you'd repair my suit, Boomer got me in the leg. Heh heh." He started babbling on, but was cut off by a groan.
"Ugh. . .Flash? I really don't have time for this right now, in case you can't see, busy being hungover right now." I sat up, trying to at least be having eye contact when I told him off. Of course I had to slip on a pillow and fall to the floor-until I wasn't falling. I looked up, my blue eyes meeting smiling green ones.
"You really are drunk aren't you! Heh, nice one Millie!" and then he couldn't hold it back anymore, and the Flash, the man responsible for putting more criminals behind bars then there are skyscrapers in Central City, started outright laughing at my predicament.
I kicked him, and he edged back towards the fridge."Don't you have anybody else to bother, possibly some other tailor, one who has a regular schedule, and isn't annoyed by you're antics? Huh? No one else?" He flinched, "Well too bad! Now, as I'm not in any shape ready to deal with any of your super powered nonsense, please come back later! Or don't!"
I was starting to get really mad, and when I get mad I start talking. "I mean it's not like I'm busy or anything. No! You super powered annoyances all think that I was just this tailor that could be woken up at any hour, and repair any suit, even if it had been half torn to shreds, don't 'cha! I'm sick and bloody tired of it." I stood up walking towards the red idiot, "now, if you don't get out of my flat this moment you moron, I'm going to kill you." And slammed the door in his face. . .Instantly regretting it.
To be continued.
Like I said, this is just a preview, so please tell me what you thought. I'm definitely going to continue this, just have no idea if it should be comedic, drama, or just light fluffy one shots.