"Hi, my name is Batman," said a hooded figure from the shade.
"You're not Batman; you're just a kid!" Four-year-old Jackson retorted.
The figure emerged from under the slides. "Is too!"
Jackson scrunched up his nose. "You're wearing orange. Batman doesn't wear orange."
"Mom said I can wear any color and still be Batman if I have my Batman ring on." He held out a blue plastic ring.
"I don't want your stupid ring." Jackson stalked off.
Batman Stilinski sighed. He spotted a brown-haired boy nearby.
"Hi, I'm Batman. Wanna play?"
Scott smiled. "Hi, Batman. What are we gonna play?"