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Barbara was pretty sure her best friend was Robin. She couldn’t be certain, it was a feeling more than anything, but out of all the thirteen-year-olds that Barbara knew of, Dick was the only one with the skills for it, and didn’t plan to use them either competitively or professionally.
“What do you want to do when you grow up?” Barbara asked.
“Ugh,” Dick said, “I don’t want to think about it.”
Barbara had plans for the Olympics, but the more she thought about them they got replaced. Barbara’s best friend was a superhero, she wanted to be one too.