"See? I told you, I told you he doesn't get it," Katalyn burried her face in the front of Leslie's shirt.

"Bruce," Leslie sighed, shaking her head. "I know you. You know better than that. Nightlife was correct, you two are very, very lucky to be alive. I've seen what happens to the children those monsters down there get a hold of. Now, will you please promise me that you two will lay off the crime fighting until you get big again? It's simply too difficult to know whether or not you can handle yourself against such a larger opponent."