I don’t want to log into my writing account because I really need to clean up my follow list… but I also really want to share some writing so here you go:

From Lyndoch to Boston was thirty minutes in good traffic. She played with the radio, I told her to put her seatbelt back on. Then there was this whole ‘thanks, dad’ sarcastic comment thing and I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t a murderer, but it seemed like that would be a bad idea, so I didn’t.
Instead I said something stupid, but not nearly as insensitive.
“So I don’t know how much Theo told you about Wonder Woman and I…”
That grabbed her attention in an instant, and I kept my eyes carefully fixed on the road ahead. There were a lot of windy paths in the forest to get through before hitting the major roads.
“He said that you really liked her.”
I could tell by the sort of lilt in her voice that she was trying not to laugh at me, but still wanted to tease me.  "Yeah. She was my first crush.“ That wasn’t a bad thing to mention, was it? On a date? "Do you want to know why?”
“Does it have anything to do with her being an Amazon woman who wears a belt and a bathing suit?”
“No, no, none of that…” I shook my head. It was true; her uniform had always seemed so impractical, and I just couldn’t get past it. “It’s because Batman trusts her.”
Lauriette recoiled, staring. “What the- you can’t just mix comic books like that! What are you talking about?”
“In Justice League, where all of the DC superheros team up, Batman trusts Wonder Woman. Which is saying something because he doesn’t trust anyone.”
“Wait, let me get this straight. You have a crush on Wonder Woman because a guy trusts her.”
I shrugged. “Bruce Wayne knows what he’s talking about. They were close, Bruce and Diana.”
“Diana?”
“That’s Wonder Woman’s name.”
“…really?”
“Yeah. There is a lot of support for their relationship, too, implied and otherwise.”
“Oh my GOD!” Lauriette cried, slumping in her seat, one arm over her forehead. It was almost Theo-level theatrics. “You are such a nerd! You might even be worse than my brother!”
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, taking the next turn before trying to defend myself. “Hey, he’s way worse. At least I have the facts to back up my argument.”
“No, that’s WHY you’re worse.” She laughed into her hand, nudging my leg with her foot. “Oh my god. I’ve never been on a date with a certified comic geek before.”
Frowning, I pulled my foot just out of reach, leg twisted awkwardly to still reach the pedal.
I thought everyone liked Batman.