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
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Though, truth be told, not all his nervousness is strictly positive. He hasn't seen the Kryptonian since the fight between the Titans and the JLA a month ago, and guilt over that encounter still lingers.
For now, he contents himself with clearing Mary's toys - for the third time today - and plucks Mary off the floor and tucks her under his arm as she tries to beeline for her mother once more.
You need a hand in there? I can put Mary in the high chair.
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Always. What do you need?
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Maybe she should've asked Alfred to come over and cook. Alfred's dinners are always perfect.
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"You ready for this?"
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Still, as she sneaks a peek at her husband, her eyes are twinkling. Just a bit.
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Well, that was healthy. Yeah, I can do that.
He lifts her from the chair, tugging her bib free once she's situated in the small device.
No, no chasing the cat, kiddo.
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