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Author of 27 Stories |
"I am so sorry."
"Twelve hours of labor, McGinnis." Dana wasn't yelling. Yet.
"Work," he said, instead of "I was fifteen lightyears away on emergency League business."
"Come meet your daughter."
He set down the flowers and picked up the bundle. "Hi there," he said, touching the little chin reverently. "Hello, Grace."
"Robin." His head shot up. "Her name is Robin. So next time, you won't forget."
Somewhere, he knew Bruce was laughing.