"He just graduated from high school. Going to the University in August.
He wants to be a journalist?" Dee's got no reason to trust journalists,
not with everything she knows of them from Bat City, but Carson isn't
dangerous - she feels that, in her bones, in her guts. "He's...handsome.
Dark hair. Blue eyes. Sweet face. Too soft and sweet for me."
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"He just graduated from high school. Going to the University in August. He wants to be a journalist?" Dee's got no reason to trust journalists, not with everything she knows of them from Bat City, but Carson isn't dangerous - she feels that, in her bones, in her guts. "He's...handsome. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Sweet face. Too soft and sweet for me."