Black Cat

"How do I look?" Amy purred as she entered the lab to greet John. She had adorn a white wig, with whit claw like gloves. Her feet now covered in white high heel boots as a black mask adorn her face. Her visage was very reminiscent of the iconic Black Cat.

"Wow...when I thought she accessories, I thought she just meant like a mask or hair clips. I didn't think she meant to full suit." John said awestruck.

"She's dedicated to her craft." Amy said as she sauntered over. "I must say though it feels even better than I thought." She admired her new form. "It was one thing to have her body but now in the costume I feel like a whole new person." She flexed her arm.

"Well, I suppose you are." John noted. "Like I told you the suit augments the user's body. It gives you enhanced strength, speed and durability. I suppose in a sense you've become the Black Cat."

"Am I really?" Amy wondered. "I don't think I could fight though."

"Perhaps if I added in some new features I could fix that, but for now. Why don't we test out some of what we do have?" John told her.

"Any suggestions?" Amy questioned.