"I love his eyes. He doesn't look at me like I'm garbage. I hope our children end up with his eyes."
She smiles before putting the picture away.
"Chrissie." She repeats his truncation of her name as thought it's a word in a foreign language.
"No one has ever called me that, Mr. Gotham. Justin and my friends call me Tina, but Namor, Emma, and Sebastian," and all his sick friends "always called me Christina." She frowned for a moment.
"I thought you explained why you weren't a part of my life until now. Is there more to the story? Where have you been with your life in the past twenty some years? Do I have siblings? Any weird genetic disease or anything?"
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