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“Jack? Why did you bring me to Edna’s house?” Simon asked, his voice uncertain as he glanced around the foyer of the famous fashion designer’s sleek, modern mansion. Both heroes stood in full costume, the polished marble floor reflecting the glow of their boots as they waited for their host to arrive.
Jack gave him that familiar, charming smile—the one that never quite reached his eyes. “I just thought it was time for a change. Now that you’ll be working with the Thrilling Three soon, you have to look spectacular. And no offense, darling, but you look a little… old-fashioned in those pajamas.”
Behind his visor, Simon blinked and instinctively glanced down at his costume.
“But Edna made this one. What’s wrong with it?” he asked, baffled. To him, a uniform was just a uniform. As long as it was practical, he didn’t really care how it looked.
“PRECISELY, MY DEAR!” came a sharp, dramatic voice.
The two turned just in time to see Edna Mode herself sweep into the foyer, strutting with purpose like a general inspecting her troops.
“Stuck in the past? Never! I am a woman of the future—an innovator, a reinventor!” she declared, gesturing broadly with one manicured hand as her oversized glasses gleamed under the light. She stopped directly in front of the super couple, her expression a mixture of pride and dissatisfaction. “I adore my work, but even I can improve perfection.”
Simon hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. He could already see the excitement in her eyes, the way her gaze darted over every seam of his outfit. Next to him, Jack’s grin was wide and insistent, practically screaming Do it. Do it.
Finally, Simon sighed, resigned but amused.
“Well… you’re the expert.” He lifted a shoulder in a small shrug, a grin tugging at his lips.
Edna scoffed, though a pleased smile broke through. “Yes, yes, darling, I know. Don’t waste time telling me the obvious.”
Jack’s self-satisfied grin spread even wider. He threw Simon a dramatic thumbs up.
Simon snorted, returning the gesture in silence—a wordless thank you for such a thoughtful surprise.
God, what did he do to deserve such a boyfriend?
“Of course,” Edna cut in, snapping them back to reality, “you can still wear this one as a pajama if you like.”
Simon flushed faintly, but before he could protest, she barreled on. “Now—your new suit will be crafted from an elastic, reflective material. Sleek. Shiny. Stronger than anything I’ve designed before. You, Simon darling, will be the first to wear it.”
“Well, we do love uncorking the fine wine, don’t we, Sy?” Jack teased, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulders with a smug grin. “Exclusive. Rare. I bet it’ll make the fans swoon.” He even waggled his eyebrows behind the domino mask.
Simon shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”
Edna pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are you done playing?”
Jack held up both hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Run along, Sy—go get beautified.” He gave Simon a firm push forward, making him stumble with a startled yelp.
Unfazed, Edna immediately seized Simon’s wrist. Despite her small stature, she dragged him toward the studio with the strength of a drill sergeant.
“By the way, Jack darling,” she tossed over her shoulder without slowing, “your suit also needs an adjustment.”
Jack rolled his glowing green eyes. “Yes, yes. I’ll come by next month. Though honestly, I don’t see why you think you can improve what’s already perfect.”
Simon glanced back over his shoulder, grin sly. “I don’t know, Jack. You look a little old-fashioned in those pajamas.”
Jack deadpanned. “Don’t you dare use my own words against me, Paladino.”
Simon chuckled and allowed himself to be whisked away, Edna practically marching him into the studio.
The next day in the NSA cafeteria, the Supers were enjoying a well-deserved break—munching on snacks, trading jokes, and chatting with friends—when the double doors swung open. Every head turned toward the entrance.
Expressions of awe and surprise spread across the room as Simon strode in, clad in the brand-new suit Edna had crafted for him.
His old navy uniform was gone, replaced with a darker shade of blue—so deep it bordered on black. The familiar sky-blue “V” at his collar remained, but much more streamlined now. He also didn’t had his belt anymore, and his boots blended seamlessly with the rest of the outfit, giving the illusion that he wore none at all.
As promised, the material shone under the cafeteria’s lights—sleek, elastic, and alive with Edna’s genius.
Simon crossed the room with a quiet confidence, a small grin tugging at his lips despite his lowered gaze. Murmurs of approval followed him; heads nodded, voices whispered. A couple of Supers even called out compliments, making Simon’s cheeks warm. He wasn’t used to that kind of attention, but he gave an awkward little wave all the same.
At one point, Psywave even asked him out, but he politely turned her down.
Finally, Simon reached the table where his closest friends were already seated.
“Hey, Simon. Lookin’ good.” Bob raised his glass with a nod as Simon slid into the empty seat beside Jack, just like always.
“Thanks. But you should really be thanking Jack. It was his idea,” Simon replied, tilting his head toward his partner. Jack scoffed and swatted his shoulder, though Simon could tell he was preening under the attention.
“How’re you finding the new suit?” Lucius asked with a smirk.
“It’s nice. I miss the belt, but honestly? It’s more comfortable this way,” Simon admitted.
“That’s a plus. You used to stuff that thing with all kinds of junk. I’m still not sure how you managed to fit so much into those tiny pockets.” Jack arched a brow.
“It’s all about good organization.” Simon grinned, drawing a round of chuckles.
“Well, the black suits you,” Bob added. “Makes you look serious. Mysterious.”
“Thanks. I just… hope Apogee and Phylange think the same.” Simon’s voice softened as his gaze dropped to his folded hands.
Jack frowned, sensing his nerves. “Still worried about joining the new team?”
“There’s… a lot of pressure filling in Dynaguy’s shoes,” Simon admitted quietly. “From what I’ve heard, they really looked up to him. And you all know how things ended with the Phantasmics.”
“Bah! You did fine. Everseer just needs to pull his head out of his ass,” Jack said firmly.
“Yeah. Don’t overthink it. Just be yourself,” Lucius added.
“Listen, Simon.” Bob leaned in, his voice steady, his hand landing on Simon’s shoulder with careful restraint. “You’re the noblest guy we know. You don’t have to be Dynaguy to honor his legacy. Trust me—you were made to lead a team.”
Simon’s face burned red. Praise from his friends was still something he hadn’t fully learned to take. He’d never known much of it until he became a hero. Thank god for Jack, because Simon positively froze under the cameras and the fawning from grateful citizens.
But here—with them—his lips curved into a small, genuine smile.
“Thanks, guys. I’m really going to miss working with you.”
The three men chuckled knowingly.
“Trust me, you’ll still need us,” Jack declared, squeezing his shoulder. “We’re the strongest team for a reason.”
“Yeah. Honestly, I’m surprised the NSA never made us official,” Lucius said, tilting his head.
“I’ll ask Dicker about it later,” Bob replied, lifting his glass. “But for now… to Gazerbeam.”
“To Gazerbeam!” they all chorused, clinking their glasses together.