Now someone SHOULD have been happy. Hit Girl had, after all, met her dad, talked with him, showed him her friends, and it had been the greatest feeling ever. For once, falling into Mindy Macready had been easy again: she could call her dad lame, laugh at his stupid jokes, get scolded by him again, tell him anything she wanted and feel no shame.

For a day.

And the day, like any other day, came to an end, and she forced herself to move on. There was something to look forward to after the war, right? He would be back, they would be together.

Right.

She believed that bullshit as much as she thought she could be a normal girl. The truth was simple: Stacy didn't bring her here because she was biding her time until she could be a girl. It brought her here because she knew she could NOT be that, that Hit Girl was a part of her, a real part that you didn't put away on a shelf.

All those times with comics and dad made her realize something: Bruce Wayne never got to stop being Batman because he decided it was over. Evil came, he fought it. With her, the fate of the universes were more important than her obsessing over some cheap life where she could be normal. That was a joke.

She would never BE normal, and she was fine with that. Now.

So popping into the Sensorium and seeing what Lash was doing, she saw beyond just war games and concentration: something was eating at her.

"Yo," she greeted her friend. "Wanna talk about it, Wunderkid?"