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Prompt # 15
Eyes
They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Personally, I think they can go take a flying leap of the top of a building for all I care.
Most heroes wear a mask to hide their identity. Its safer for the heroes, safer for any family they have left, and better for the papers who try capture a rare photo of said heroes out in public without the mask.
Then, there was my team of powered teenagers.
My darling Starfire would stick out like a sore thumb unless she was wrapped head to toe in a burlap sack. Even then it might be a close thing.
My sister in all but blood Raven had to hide her true eyes from the rest of the world, lest the more magically inclined of the experienced heroes would dive on her like a starving man on a ham sandwich. So, she locked that part away so everyone would think she was a normal human girl with magical powers (and she wondered why a Japanese company used her as a gum mascot).
Our resident jokester, Beast Boy, wore a mask for all of five minutes when the team was first founded. Then he learned to trust us. I still wonder where his costume disappears to when he transforms, let alone a mask.
The only way Cyborg would be able to not stand out would be for him to put a metal plate over his face. Even then, everyone would know exactly who he was.
And then there was me. The enigmatic foster son of Bruce Wayne, trained to be hero, forced to hide who I really was since the time I was 12. I didn't go to traditional school because teachers would question me passing out in the middle of class or the strange bruises I would have every night.
I wore the mask no matter where I went nowadays. I even wore it in the shower. I even wore it to bed.
Starfire kept telling me that I needed to give up the mask. At least when we by ourselves in the tower. But I just couldn't, the mask was my barrier between who I was inside and the warrior persona I put on to save the city night after night.
Not to say I didn't trust Star with my secret. She knew my real name. She had seen the real color of my eyes. She had my heart.
If the eyes were the window to the soul, I kept my soul under lock and key.
My eyes were my own.