Question:She didn't understand how the civilian man was supposed to keep them safe. Mom was upset and Dick was fidgeting. And the man... he wouldn't look at her. Just wouldn't look at her. But there was something about him that *did* feel not right, but familiar. The hunch of his shoulders, the sadness in the set of his mouth. It reminded her a little bit of Batman in some ways. And just like that, she knew he really *would* protect them. Because even broken, he would give everything. And make it enough.
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OH!  This is lovely!  It fits in so well with what I’m planning for the next chapter of “Mockingbirds and Butterflies”.  Would you mind terribly if I used this in my story?