“Don’t move,” Xena mumbles, gaze on her notebook. “I just need to get this angle.” 

She brushes bits of her eraser aside, shading in parts of the sketch. You’ve always been her inspiration. When you were both in elementary school, you’d attempted to jump her bullies for her. Obviously you lost—it was four against one—but Xena never forgot it. 

You’re her hero; so when she started drawing her comic about a super hero, your image is what she wanted for her main character.