Bianca
Exasperated, Batman removed the mask and laid it carefully next to the little girl on the bleachers.
David’s jaw dropped. “You’re a girl,” he said to Batman.
“Yeah, so?” she said. She strutted back to home plate and sent a pitch sailing into the grass—the farthest hit of the day.
He slapped her a high five as she crossed home plate. “I didn’t know Batman could be a girl.”
She huffed. “Well, Buckaroo, a girl can be anything.”
— About a group of friends trying to save a dying hometown tradition all the while growing up, finding their identities, and refusing to be contained in boxes and labels. Because we can’t be contained!