Hiro's outfits might be the best.

With the time for the convention to be open near, many of the booths are already fully staffed and several hardcore conventioneers have begun to roam around. Pondering what look would be best Selina catches out of the corner of her very expansive peripheral vision Hiro trying to sneak towards her. Playing dumb for a few seconds the former cat burglar slowly walks off into a large crowd, then bobs behind a pillar, weaves past an empty kiosk, sneaks around a giant statue of some guy called “Stan Lee” and comes up from behind on the befuddled Hiro.

“Aren't you suppose to be helping Hector?” The nimble Gothamite loudly announces, startling the nerdy tech expert.

“Don't scare me like that!” Hiro exclaims as he turns to face the shapely thief.

“Then don't try to follow me.” Selina sternly answers, putting her hands on her hips.

“I just wanted to explain about the costumes I know about.” Hiro fixes his glasses. “I brought three of them with me, they should fit you perfectly.”

“That is not what you said before.” Selina frowns. “You said you knew of a booth that sells them and then you ordered me to follow you.”

“I'm sorry.” The boyish Japanese man squirms a bit nervously but with excitement in his voice. “I thought a situation like this might arise, and they're all . . . quite . . . revealing . . . but after you said you wanted to win the contest for Mr. Rodríguez and that you're willing to show 'a bit more skin' I wanted to try again. Here, take a look.” Hiro shows Selina three drawings of barely clad comic book women.

One is a long raven haired vampire in a red sling single piece bikini. Next is the chainmail bikini wearing Red Sonja, who Selina knows from coming across David's secret comic book collection. The final one, everyone knows, **** Leia, from Star Wars.

Hiro's voice cracks in juvenile anticipation, Mrs. Anderson, would you wear one of these in public?”