Dad's wounds are healing nicely. Then again, it's been a few days since he was kidnapped.
We're getting ready to go on patrol together. Though we're sparring (in uniform) first. We're not using escrima sticks in our match. Mom told us not too. She's playing referee.
"Alright. Go!"
I grin. I've been waiting to show Dad just how well he taught me.
There's no question that he has more experience though. I'm not going to use my power. That would be cheating. I don't want to do that.
It takes some effort but I do end up winning.
"You taught me really well." "I must have. Makes me wonder how good you've gotten with your escrima sticks..." "I saw her take down Helena once."
Dad raises his eyebrows.
"Geez, Babs. She has gotten good. I bet Helena took that well."
I laugh nervously.
"No, she didn't. I might as well have been wearing a dartboard for the rest of the day. Though, in private, the rest of the Birds congratulated me. Dinah told me that it's not every day Helena gets her ass handed to her by a 15 year old."
Dad's eyes widen.
"You were 15? Babs, do you have the tape of that match?" "I managed to hide it. I'll show it to you guys after you get back from patrol."
Dad smiles.
"I'll hold you to it."
Patrol goes well. I even end up staying out a couple minutes past my curfew. Judging by the grin on Dad's face, I can tell he's proud of me. Finally, we head home.
Mom shows us the tape.
I grin.
"Should I go get some popcorn?"
Dad chuckles and shakes his head.
"I want to see one of the reasons I'm proud of my daughter."
Mom grins.
"It's a reason I'm proud of her too."
She plays the tape.
Both my Dad and my Mom grin as it plays. I hear them whisper in unison.
"That's my girl."
How can I not grin too?