Her green dress shined in the moonlight. As she touched up her hair she looked at the headdress. Tonight the eccentric thing was necessary. While the hero's were tangled up in red tape it was the villains of the world's time to shine. For god sakes they had made their hero's fugitives.
As she prepared the head-dress the ground shook and she toppled to the side. What on earth was going on?
She looked out the window and saw the glow of the explosion then looked closer to home. Interesting costume, and she was working solo?
The flag had been raised by some else, perhaps the headdress wasn't needed.