It was a night in Gotham of fighting, and Bruce a k a Batman needed a bit of backpack, “Oracle? Any time now!” Oracle spoke into comms, “Don’t worry Batman.”

Krash!!

You broke into the glass, you were Bruce’s adoptive kid who was sent to help, Oracle spoke into comms, “Their here..” You stood next to Batman, back to back with your adoptive father,

Here comes the easy part! You thought to yourself, you could see things as a detective, you saw weaknesses by examining them easily, like for one of the enemies, lips curled up, overconfident.

You kicked them down, and the fight begun, you leaped over one of them, fighting greatly, then jabbed someone’s head in, then another enemy’s head into your knee, then you head butted another one, finishing the fight.

In a way, reading body language is a gift, words may lie. The body never will. Bruce put a fatherly hand on your shoulder, “Thanks for the assist.” He said, then you replied with, “Always.”

But the problem was, you could never turn reading body language off.. You see everything, and sometimes you wish you didn’t..