Guess who's coming to dinner?
I am a grown woman, Babs reminds herself as she rolls back and forth in the kitchen. I survived growing up in Gotham. I survived being shot by the Joker. I refused to sit in a corner and do nothing when so much was taken away from me.
The soup needs more pepper. The bread is ready to come out of the oven.
I lived through the year of No Man's Land. I have given birth. I'm going to walk again someday.
It's not helping. Listing her accomplishments doesn't make her feel any less nervous about who's coming to dinner.
Superman. And Pulitzer-winner Lois Lane. And their son.
The soup needs more pepper. The bread is ready to come out of the oven.
I lived through the year of No Man's Land. I have given birth. I'm going to walk again someday.
It's not helping. Listing her accomplishments doesn't make her feel any less nervous about who's coming to dinner.
Superman. And Pulitzer-winner Lois Lane. And their son.