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I hate that she wears a mask over her whole face. I know that a mask is necessary, but why cant she wear one like mine? Its small, its neat, and it just about covers my eyes. Hers goes all the way over her head, and to be honest it kinda scares me. Nobody likes to look at their girlfriend and think "Yikes!" do they?
Its not the mask itself that scares me, more what it stands for. Darkness, concealment, and hiding yourself away. You know what else scares me? Looking at her chest. I don't mean her breasts, God knows I like to look at them, but it's the symbol. His symbol, to be precise, and he is not someone I want to spend too much time thinking about. He terrifies me. I don't know what he'd do if he found out we were together, and I don't ever want to find out.
Absentmindedly, I trace the outline of a bat on her chest with my finger. I know that its what's under the costume that really matters, but people are inclined to believe what they see, and they always see my girl as a silent, lethal shadow. Inside, she's a sweet little girl who never got the love she deserves. Maybe that's true for all of them? Batman certainly needs someone to love him, or the guy is gonna turn to stone. I've never met Nightwing, but I know Robin, and he's a nice enough guy, but….he carries the world on his shoulders. He acts like everything is his problem. Poor guy, he cant be any older than me.
But Cass never seems to have problems, or dilemmas, she just goes out and does the job in front of her, as well as she can. And I love her for it. Her eyelids flicker as she wakes up, and she yawns. I'm still watching her, my hand on her chest. She smiles at me, the sweetest smile in the world, and says my name.
"Courtney"
Odd pairing, non? For those who don't know, Courtney Whitmore is the Star Spangled Kid, 16-year-old "cheerleader" of the JSA. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to write this. Leave a review if you like it and want me to write more…
I hate that she wears a mask over her whole face. I know that a mask is necessary, but why cant she wear one like mine? Its small, its neat, and it just about covers my eyes. Hers goes all the way over her head, and to be honest it kinda scares me. Nobody likes to look at their girlfriend and think "Yikes!" do they?
Its not the mask itself that scares me, more what it stands for. Darkness, concealment, and hiding yourself away. You know what else scares me? Looking at her chest. I don't mean her breasts, God knows I like to look at them, but it's the symbol. His symbol, to be precise, and he is not someone I want to spend too much time thinking about. He terrifies me. I don't know what he'd do if he found out we were together, and I don't ever want to find out.
Absentmindedly, I trace the outline of a bat on her chest with my finger. I know that its what's under the costume that really matters, but people are inclined to believe what they see, and they always see my girl as a silent, lethal shadow. Inside, she's a sweet little girl who never got the love she deserves. Maybe that's true for all of them? Batman certainly needs someone to love him, or the guy is gonna turn to stone. I've never met Nightwing, but I know Robin, and he's a nice enough guy, but….he carries the world on his shoulders. He acts like everything is his problem. Poor guy, he cant be any older than me.
But Cass never seems to have problems, or dilemmas, she just goes out and does the job in front of her, as well as she can. And I love her for it. Her eyelids flicker as she wakes up, and she yawns. I'm still watching her, my hand on her chest. She smiles at me, the sweetest smile in the world, and says my name.
"Courtney"
Odd pairing, non? For those who don't know, Courtney Whitmore is the Star Spangled Kid, 16-year-old "cheerleader" of the JSA. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to write this. Leave a review if you like it and want me to write more…