[as he says that, she looks down at herself, still partly decked out — the greaves mostly. this special armor Darin worked so hard on for her behalf, smattered with blood and such, cracked in places...
doing what it was made for, he’d say, probably. but it was a gift; she’d have liked to have taken better care of it.
she told Batman that, maybe, going forward the world wouldn’t have a need for such things as Falchion. maybe it won’t have need of battle armor, either.
or her, in a sense. battle is what she knew most of anything, after all. thanks to Grima.
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doing what it was made for, he’d say, probably. but it was a gift; she’d have liked to have taken better care of it.
she told Batman that, maybe, going forward the world wouldn’t have a need for such things as Falchion. maybe it won’t have need of battle armor, either.
or her, in a sense. battle is what she knew most of anything, after all. thanks to Grima.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives!]
Archie...
[she sits back once more, looking at him.]
Is it...really over?