She dropped her weapon, clasped her hands over her head, squatted down, and flashed a smile. The whole sequence flowed smoothly—she truly was a standout among female heroes.
Hit-Girl was a smart girl. Now that she had recognized Batwoman and confirmed that she was the real deal, she wisely chose to immediately make her position clear, even giving her an adorably pleading look.
Batwoman did not hit children. Though Mindy knew she could hardly be considered a child; mentally, she was more mature than plenty of old men.
"Stare—"
The pitch-black figure said nothing, merely casting a suspicious look at her from behind the mask.
She was sizing her up!
Hit-Girl swallowed. She opened her mouth, but had no idea what to say. It felt a little like meeting her idol, only for that idol to want to beat her up. Her feelings were deeply conflicted.
"Ahhh!!! Urp!"
The thug in the distance, whose limbs had all been broken, was still screaming. Batwoman tossed a brick over, and the cries abruptly stopped.
Stare—!
Having dealt with the source of the noise, the Dark Knight turned her gaze back to the little girl. She started pulling things from her Bat-Belt!
Bat-Tear Gas? A Bat-Taser? Or a Bat-Rope?
Mindy did not know what Batwoman would do to her, but she knew that if she did not say something now, she might lose her chance!
"Hello!"
Her face flushed red as she offered the simplest greeting, like the first word spoken when the indigenous people of the Americas first encountered the colonists of the New World.
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The woman did not answer. She was too dark, as though she preferred actions over words. Still, there was good news: she had stopped reaching into her belt. What had not changed was that she was