See, growing up, I was definitely a Superman guy, even though I loved the Batcave and all the Bat-Gadgets. (Oooo, UTILITY BELT. But Superman didn’t NEED any gadgets.) So I’d go running around our Louisville house with a red dish towel hanging from my neck via a snippet of elastic, that my Mom put together.
Now look. Even CATS have cooler Superman capes than I did.
As it should be.