I’m diggin’ on this cosplay playing up the New 52 Supergirl vibe. She’s got some thickness to her, a welcome addition in a world of frail bodies and emaciated legs. Super, indeed! (Couldn’t help myself there.)
This is that time when everyone in the Justice League was totally bogged down with having to perpetually serve as the Bulwark for the fat asses and slack jawed of the world. They rallied through a day at the local Renaissance Faire, spending too much time drinking mead and yelling boisterously at the bards and wenches. Superman puked. On Hal Jordan’s balls. It smelled like roast chicken and saw dust.