Theatrical Muse 239
Sometimes I miss the hair, to be honest. The old, black mess.
Sure, the wigs were uncomfortable and hot and really a bother in battle. That’s why I ultimately decided to go without them.
But it allowed me a greater ease of putting the "Canary" part of my life away, to let me focus on the Dinah part. It’s something we all struggle with, everyone in this business. I don’t as much as say, Batman or the current Robin. But no one can be a superhero twenty-four hours a day. Not even Superman. It’ll drive you crazy. Trust me, I tried that. After the incident that made me lose my voice, I tried to be Canary twenty-four seven for a while. Came pretty close to Batman-level crazy.
I have a pretty good balance these days. But I still miss the feeling at the end of the day, when my lover pulls the wig off and runs his hands lazily through my hair. It was more of a welcome home - welcome back Dinah - than we can currently engage in.
Not that our current sex life is bad, mind you. The wig just…added to it.
Dinah Lance, Black Canary II/Birds of Prey/196 Words