Our heros get an outfit

"Wow" said DFL, "does it feel like we just had a REALLY long awkward pause?"
Everyone looked at TA, who was lost in her own world as she put the finishing touches on a new Bo staff routine.
“Check it out guys! I’ve set the entire thing to the march from The Empire Strikes Back!" She punched a button on the stereo and soon the entire studio was reverberating to the deep bass of John Williams’ classic theme.
WW shook her head, sending her short blonde curls bouncing, “Wasn’t there something else you were supposed to be working on?"
TA stopped mid-kata, “Like what?"
“Hello??!! Our story!!!" BSA gestured impatiently, “It’s freaking tax season and instead of fighting evil, I’m ironing this box of crumpled receipts!"
“Oh!" TA turned off the sound, “well I was waiting for costume input from everyone so I wouldn’t have to spend the rest of my life in hiding. DFL has yet to respond."
DFL lounged behind her keyboard, inspecting her impeccable manicure. “Answer my email? Pssh, I have a PA for this sort of thing."
“Well if she’s not going to participate than she should have to face the consequences!" BSA demanded angrily, “That’s what an audit is all about!" She continued, using the Hot Iron of Accounting to punctuate each word.
A light appeared over WW’s head as she fought to contain a large, dare I say it, EVIL grin. “Oh yes, I insist that DFL take her chances with the capricious costume gods."
“They wouldn’t dare!" DFL responded imperiously, yet a hint of worry hid in the undertone.
“This could get exciting" TA sighed, “Let’s get it started then." She brought her hands in front of her, fist pressing against palm and closed her eyes as she was enveloped in a practical, yet comfy black ninja suit.
WW had her eyes squeezed shut and was muttering what sound like “pleasepleasepleaseohpleaseplease" as she raised up on her toes and started her trademark spin. When she finished she was clad head to toe in leather. Star spangled leather pants, a leather jacket designed to look like a waving American flag, and of course, boots with flames on them. She shot a look at the TA, and was about to comment when the temperature suddenly dropped, and a dark, icy mist swirled around the BSA. She emerged in a black power suit with a blood red silk blouse. She examined the expertly tailored sleeves and looked over at the TA “Nice." She grinned, exposing her sharp canines.
“Dude" TA whispered to DFL, “She’s totally staring at my neck."
“Don’t expect any sympathy from me! I know you’re up to something." She drew her cloak around her, “But I am not afraid. Everyone knows that Dictators wear some sort of military uniform. How bad could it be?" She opened her cloak and gasped, shocked to see herself clad in

A. George Patton’s WWII uniform
B. Roman soldier outfit
C. Sing along ! "In the Navy, You can sail the seven seas !!"
D. Two words: Canadian Mounty