I probably ought to put Jimmy Olsen under the "Legion of Substitute Heroes" clause of the "Bad super costumes" by-laws considering the number of insane things he got involved with during the Golden Age of Superman, but I just can't pass this up.
Look, if you're so pathetically unknown as a super-powered individual (and have no reasonable hope of ever becoming famous) that you feel forced to write your entire name across your chest ... well, that's just sad. If you find yourself in that situation, do us all a favor and just hang up the tights before you embarrass yourself with a scene like:
"Look, up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's ... " (squints) "I can't quite make out the name on the chest ... Elephant something? Eloping Llama? Oh, there's a sale at Macy's on another plane's banner, let's go there instead!"
(Image and character©1985, DC Comics Inc., "Who's Who" Volume III.)