America regarded her with a soft smile. She looked older than she was, staring at him like that. That didn’t sit well with him — a girl her age shouldn’t have to worry about trust yet. Reaching over, he ruffled her hair. “C’mon… lighten up. It’s okay.”“Well I’m not!” America declared stubbornly. “I’m being optimistic. You should try it sometime, dude,” he said with a grin.America leaned back, a wide grin on his face. He guessed he could play along for a little while before he told her his secret. “I haven’t fallen yet, and I’ve done some crazy shit in my life. So who’re you to say those things?” He flicked her forehead. “You don’t know my life, kid, so stop being all down in the dumps! Just let me believe in my delusion for a little longer, yeah?”
Selina stuck her tongue out at him with a slight smile, “I’m just being realistic, Al,”
“Pff,”
Shifting in her chair, Selina watched him steadily. There wasn’t much room for optimism in Blüdhaven or Gotham. Sure, most heroes were optimistic, especially the Kryptonians or Captain Marvel, but in addition to their cities being considerably… cleaner, they also had more abilities to pull from.“Hey!” she protested, grinning as she swatted lightly at his hand before pushing her hair out of her face again. Not that it helped too much, it just kinda poofed to sit more like her mom’s hair does… which the redhead found irritating.
“Aw, nice hair!” America teased. He ran a hand through her hair again to poof it up even more. “You should wear it like this more often.”
”X’hal,” she muttered, flattening it again, “It’s irritating like that, Al,”
By his teasing tone and the way he carried himself, though, Selina just couldn’t resist treating him like he was being serious.
Selina rolled her eyes lightly, acting amused, “Sorry, I forgot you’re a bit new, so to speak,” An alert on the computer...
“O-Oh…” America blinked, feeling very confused. He had never heard of such a planet before. Still, he was one who took...