I take your costume and hold it up, the fabric at once silky soft, but with a surprising resilience to being stretched. As I admire the costume there is a sudden clacking sound from the front door down the hall. 

"Fuck. My neighbor!" I say, looking to the super-villain.

"He's a private detective and he hates the Night Legion. You gotta hide!"

Its evident however that, whilst superficially healed, internally there is still a great deal of damage. 

We have a matter of moments before the private detective enters! How am I going to explain a naked super-villain draped in bed sheets on my couch?!