Agatha tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in front of the gate to Edna Mode's house. On her way back to her apartment, still in a daze from finding out Gazerbeam's identity, she had noticed a few tears in her costume, undoubtedly from the fiasco at Gamma Jack's party with Bomb Voyage. She had changed into more casual clothing, but had her supersuit in a bag.
"Who is it?" the guard asked over the intercom. Edna knew all of the supers (that provided her payroll) on a first-name basis. All dealings were strictly confidential, so even Universal Man had no reason to fear about his secret identity being discovered.
"It's Agatha," she replied, voice smooth and calm. There was a long pause, and Agatha assumed that the guard was checking some sort of database. Apparently he had found what he was looking for, because the gate opened. Within moments, the vertically challenged Edna Mode came waddling into view.
"Why, hello dahhhling," Edna sneered in her usual condescending tone. "What is it that you have come for?" She looked Agatha over and exclaimed, "Why, APOGEE DAHHHLING, why the long face? You look like your mother just died!"
"I don't have a mother," Agatha said, raising an eyebrow. She was dodging the question, but secretly hoped that the fashion designer wouldn't notice.
"Well, if you still had one, she'd be dead after seeing your face." Edna tittered. Then "WHAAAT have you done to my supersuit!" she shouted, apparently forgetting about Agatha's hypothetical deceased mother.
"You know about what happened last night, don't you?" Agatha quipped. "It's just got a few rips and tears, just a patch job." she explained, trying not to upset Edna.
"That won't do at all, DAHHHLING. The Edna Mode is NOT a tailor, she is a DESIGNER! Well, at least that word rolls off the tongue better. I will improve your suit, not merely 'patch it up'!" she said the last few 3 words with obvious disdain.
"Well…if you must." Agatha replied weakly, trying to smile in gratitude.
"You are upset that you cannot fight at all at night, are you not?" Edna suddenly asked. Agatha stared at her, dumbfounded, then annoyed. Why did everyone know her weak point? Was there some sort of black market for deep dark secrets? Deflated, she nodded her head. "Well! I will make your entire suit out of SOLAR PANELS. Then you will be able to fight at night, at least a little! Solar power is weak, yes?"
"Will it cost more?" the flustered super asked skeptically.
"DAHHHLING, you are my favorite super that uses solar power!" Edna grinned.
"I'm the ONLY super that uses solar power," Agatha snapped.
"If you INSIST, I shall do it! Now run along, dahhhling, your suit will be done tomorrow!" Edna smiled, running away whilst muttering about the design to herself, as if Agatha had begged her to do it. Rolling her eyes with a smile, Agatha headed out of the mansion.
Being unable to do any hero work, she headed home for a much-needed nap, but ended up staying awake worrying about things instead. Like how she would face The Boss, whom she now knew was Gazerbeam, on Monday. And what she would say to Gazerbeam, whom she now knew was The Boss, when he saw that she could fight at night. At least a little. Edna's words repeated in her head. And why she kept thinking about Gazerbeam all the time.
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The next day at around 2 in the afternoon, Agatha got a call from Edna, who sounded terribly excited. "It's wonderful, WONDERFUL, dahhhling! You must see it! Come now!" she said, very quickly, before hanging up the phone without letting Agatha answer. Agatha took the bus over to Edna's estate and was ushered in without a fuss.
"So where's this phenomenal supersuit you want me to see?" she asked sarcastically, her voice echoing in the large room.
"Over here, dahhhling, over here." Edna smiled, leading Agatha into a special room. There was a supersuit hung up on the wall, baby blue and yellow in color. The outfit itself was blue, but it had a large letter A on the front in yellow, and the head covering was also yellow.
"Is that thing really made out of solar panels?" Agatha asked incredulously.
"Of course, dahhhling! Micro-sized ones for your convenience and comfort." Edna explained, though Agatha knew that the woman was only showing off. "You can always bring it back if it doesn't work, but I know it will. By the way, I made the head covering so you can tuck your long hair inside a pocket. Don't want it getting snagged or something."
"How much do I owe you?" Agatha asked, taking the suit down from the wall. Such a beautiful suit, it was probably at least 10 times more expensive than her last suit.
"Nothing at all, dahling." Edna said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" Agatha was surprised. "Why?"
"Oh, Apogee." Edna laughed. "You know that making suits for you kids, seeing you all so happy…that's better than any money you could ever give me." She was serious for once, the fact of which was probably more surprising than her not charging Agatha for the suit. "Don't embarrass me, dahhhling! Go fight crime and kick butt!"
Agatha turned to leave, filled with a happy feeling, but Edna had one last thing to say.
"Oh, and Apogee? Good luck with Gazerbeam."
Fuming, she vowed to find that secret contacts network of Edna's and make them all pay.