So, hear me out.
Sure, clothes make the man. For superheroes, even moreso. But evil-doers, seeing someone like this strolling into their various dens of iniquity, will automatically be on the alert and likely fishing out any knives, guns, shivs, etc., they possess to put the would-be do-gooder to the grave.
Picture, instead, a superhero who chooses a ratty t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, baggy and flannel by preference, as his garb. He could wander anywhere unmolested, particularly if he were to add wild hair and muttering to his ensemble.
Thus is born The Madman, left to wander, unmolested and invisible wherever he goes, stumbling and muttering and maybe smelling like cheap wine and pee, plying his do-gooding trade unknown to all.
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