[No, she wasn't a child. Not in her own mind. She was a 14-year-old girl who, admittedly, was still new to this kind of life. Sure, she knew what it was like to be the daughter of a Leaguer. A girl whose father purposely shielded her from the spotlight he lived in because he wanted to keep her safe. Whose entire battle experience consisted of a vague affiliation with a Team with whom she had shared maybe two and a half missions with. Each of which had just...fallen on her.]

[Part of her knew this. That, on some level, he was right. She had power. That was something she couldn't change. Something she didn't want to change. Technically, she had even already succumb to another's 'influence'--though not in the way he insinuated. She made her choices, and she would continue to defend it, no matter who told her otherwise.]

[Even if that other person was Batman.]

No. I can't promise any of that. [Her voice was low. Like she was trying to keep from screaming at him with all the frustration of someone facing a lose-lose argument.] But what about you?

You're giving me this whole speech about trust and scrutiny, and yet you're standing here, expecting me to trust you when, right now? You're basically saying I'm one step away from betraying everyone I care about. And I'm supposed to be okay with this, because I 'chose' this life? You don't trust me, you haven't trusted me since the moment I showed up, and I want to know why.