I own nothing you recognize.
I open my laptop and move my cursor to the Safari icon. I click and the google search engine comes up, I almost urgently click on the first link on my bookmarks bar.
It's a video I made, it composes of my favorite clips of Dick Grayson, the first Robin.
My parents tell me to stop focussing on "fairy tales" and get a real boyfriend.
My reaction was screaming that comic books aren't "fairy tales" and storming away.
Whenever I look into his eyes, they make my heart race, they're such a beautiful blue. I have a picture on my wall of him that I look at every night before I go to sleep. Whenever I look, they make me feel safe, they make me feel like he's watching over me, keeping me safe.
"Lana! Come out here!" My mom calls to me, interrupting my deep concentration.
"Coming Mom!" I yell back.
I sigh as I pause the video and pull myself to my feet.
I know what's coming.
I walk down the hall to the kitchen/living room where my parents are waiting for me.
My dad stares at me with concerned eyes. Maybe a little bit of fear.
He motions for me to sit in front of him, I obey.
"Honey, we are concerned about your obsession with this comic book character, we suggest you stop focussing on fairy tales..." I don't even give him a chance to finish.
"IT IS NOT A FAIRY TALE!" I scream.
My dad looks surprised that I yelled, but I don't care right now. He can think what he wants, but I won't let it effect me.
"Honey, you do know it's not real, right?" He asks, obviously trying to calm me down.
I don't respond, I just silently stand and storm back to my room.
Let them think I'm crazy.
My mind is formulating an answer against my will, I hear my brain telling me to answer him.
But I don't want to say it.
That he's not real.
Thank you to anyone who reads this! Don't worry, this does connect to Young Justice, I promise, just be patient.
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