If I’m not already fucking broken, I am now. I take off my mask. My face is still covered in camo paint with green, black, and brown layers, so I’m not worried about my identity being exposed. I toss it over to the little boy, and his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. His brown eyes glimmer with joy through the holes of the front. The disguise is too big for his little head, but he holds it into place with his hands, so it stops swaying. “You already are a superhero.”
