Texas Chaos Butterfly
Alina stands back to inspect her reflection in her (almost) full-length mirror. It had taken her a long time to find all of the proper materials for her costume, but she thinks she finally has it right. Black hat a blue band, black halter top, black shorts, a blue jacket that was light enough that she wouldn't suffocate in El Paso's heat, a sturdy pair of combat boots, and black-and-sparkly-blue fishnets. The fishnets in particular had been a major pain, she'd eventually had to just sit down and use magic to modify them, and that had ruined a few pairs until she'd gotten over the "error" phase of trial and error.

But now, everything's fixed up as good as she's going to get it. And the little imperfections ought to be covered by the same spell she uses to keep her identity secret. She's had a lot of practice holding that one so there's no real risk of losing that in a fight. Well, okay, she’s added a little something to it, but only because a mask would mean that her face didn’t look all blurry in any photos.

“Kaotik,” she says, straightening her shoulders and looking her reflection in the eye. A black and blue butterfly mask blossoms over her face, and her carpet changes color to match. Well that’s not too bad. Certainly could have been worse. Teleporting is going to be the one that might ruin all of this…

A few minutes later, a girl appeared at the door to the Young Justice League headquarters in an expanding cloud of iridescent insects.

“YEAGH!”

…Yeah. Not the first impression she wants to make. Is it too much to hope that no one inside heard that?