In the Tyrant's world, secret identities are a useful tool with a life expectancy measured in years, if you're lucky, or one defeat, if you're unlucky. Most supervillains have been outed; he was after his first fight with the Smith.

In the Tyrant's world, anyone who shows up in a public or semi-public place in a recognizable mask can expect to have people doing at least one of asking for an autograph, calling the police, or taking pictures to sell, sometimes more.

This is not the Tyrant's world, and he discovers new ways this is true every day.

"It's winter. Would ski masks not work?"

What the fuck is going through the Tyrant's head right now - she.... she probably is already going to have a migraine tomorrow morning and still has to deal with her team and get them to agree to meeting him. It's not critical to know the details right this second - she's confident he's loads better than Coil.

"I could sell that? But uh, it is actually a bit of a cost - makes it more of a gray area than it normally would be to go after them in their civilian life later."

"Indeed. But if someone sends a picture of you in your masks to the police and the Protectorate makes an appearance, that will be a much more embarrassing way for our plans to fail than I prefer to risk." He raises an eyebrow. "Moreover, I am not actually placing a team of professional supervillains on retainer. I'm hiring four young adults to sign up as private security to protect me from supervillains. It would be a quite serious problem if the latter was mistaken for the former."

(There is a slight emphasis on 'adults' in a "please allow me to pretend that I don't know you're all underage for employment reasons" sense.)

"Oh huh, you're not positioning us as a corporate cape team? If we were doing that wearing generic domino masks would be the way to go."