With Mom working nights and Dad . . . never around, there was usually nobody to stop Stephanie if she decided she wanted to climb up on the roof at night and watch the sky, hoping Superman or Wonder Woman or Batman or someone would come to find her and take her away from home
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A SUPERHERO! Or at least someone who was playing at being a superhero! But either way they had a cape and that was really really cool because superheroes were awesome and he'd always wanted to know one.
"Hi," he said shyly, backing up against the door he'd come from. "Are you real?"
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"Who are you?" Stephanie demanded with a dramatic spin, trying to sound as booming and tough as she imagined Superman must sound. "Hey, you're not a bad guy, are you?"
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Topher quickly shook his head. "I'm Christopher," he said softly, which didn't mean anything. "Are you a real superhero? Your cape isn't colorful."
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She was about to tell him her real name, but reconsidered. "You can jus' call me Soooooooooperman."
[OOC :JAYSUS, INTERNETS, WORK WITH ME.]
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"Sure," Stephanie decided, nodding. "'s not playing, though! 's justice. Gotta stop the bad guys from stealing from banks an' stuff."
Like you, Dad.
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Please don't ask her what the ''Merican Way' is . . .
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"Yes, they are," he said, very softly.
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