Kid Stuff
The robot crumbles and he falls closer and closer to the ground –
– only to land in her arms.
She looks at him closely, smiling. "You okay, tough guy?"
For a brief moment, he can't move, and he just stares at her. Her eyes are pretty –
Damn it! Why does she have to be beautiful even as an eight-year-old?
Bruce twists, forcing himself out of her embrace. "Let me go! I'm fine!" He slouches away from her, not missing the irritated sniff coming from the girl behind him. He forces himself not to focus on how her eyes really are pretty.
"Circumstances aside," she says lightly, "it was kind of… enjoyable to be a kid again."
"I haven't been a kid since I was eight years old."
Diana flinches. She hadn't meant to remind him of that. She stares at him. Is what happened that night all he takes from his childhood? Doesn't he have any other memories, happy times with his parents before they died?
He says nothing further, doesn't even look at her. Diana turns and walks away, forcing herself not to look back. The sun sets before her. She focuses on that, not on the man behind her.