No, way.

“Put it in neutral there Hiro.” Héctor speaks first, trying to save the forward teenager when he clearly sees David's wife disgusted look. “ Selina is here to help with the table, that's all. It's not polite in this country to be so forward, especially to a lady.”

“My apologizes, Mrs. Anderson.” Hiro gives a slight bow.

“Whatever.” Selina turns her back on the geeky eighteen year old.

The official finishes up giving the group the rules and time table of the convention before giving the shapely Gothamite one last look over before heading to the next table.

Héctor begins to unpack his various items that promote his new business, “Dos Vías Cómics,” an online comic site that sells comics, translations of old comics into Spanish, and offers his own online comic. He pulls out several t-shirts and asks if Selina and Hiro wouldn't mind wearing them.

“Sure.” Selina smiles, a somewhat collector of indie t-shirts. Heading off to the bathroom to change she notices Hiro following behind with his t-shirt, presumably going to the men's room.