Batgirl crouched on the rooftop, her cape fluttering softly in the evening air. Below, the city's heartbeat pulsed with life, unaware of the silent guardian watching over it. Alex, a small boy with wide, curious eyes, clung to her back, his laughter mingling with the wind. "Hold on tight, Alex. We're almost home," Batgirl said, her voice a reassuring anchor against the dizzying height.
Alex giggled, exhilarated by the ride. "You're faster than the fastest rollercoaster, Batgirl!" he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement. Batgirl smiled beneath her mask, the simple joy of the child's words warming her heart. "Well, Gotham's a big place, and I've got to keep up," she replied, her tone light and playful.
Batgirl set Alex down gently, ruffling his hair affectionately. Alex's mother stood in the doorway, her face a mixture of relief and gratitude. Mrs. Thompson wrapped her son in a hug, whispering words of thanks to Batgirl. "He's always in good hands with you," she said, her eyes shining with appreciation.
"Can you read me the story about the wolf and the seven kids, Batgirl?" Alex asked, his eyes wide with anticipation. Batgirl nodded, picking up the book and flipping to the well-worn page. "Of course, Alex. It's one of my favorites too," she replied, her voice soft and melodic as she began the tale.
Batgirl read with enthusiasm, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the narrative. Alex's eyes sparkled as he imagined the brave little kids outsmarting the cunning wolf. "And so, the little goats learned to be clever and cautious," she concluded, closing the book with a satisfied smile.
Alex yawned, snuggling deeper into the couch, his eyelids growing heavy. Batgirl watched him fondly, pulling a soft blanket over his small frame. "Sleep well, little hero," she whispered, her heart full of warmth and peace. As she rose to leave, the city outside seemed a little brighter, the night a little less daunting, thanks to the quiet power of stories shared and bonds strengthened.
