My indigo armor. My urban shield. I will not leave home without it. In fact all my super powers are wicked away without it...a mere mortal with a slight chill I would be. It will not stop bullets, but it will stop negative feng shui ninjas from slicing and dicing me. The too-cool-for-school coalition powers of geek perception cannot penetrate my cotton prophylactic with nonoxynol ten. Killing their judgment on contact. Oh yes I love my jean jacket. We are one. It will never leave me as long as I wash it enough that it can't walk on its own and run away.