The Littlest Hero: Black Canary's Thunderous Stare

They say not to judge a book by its cover -- but I'd go further: don't judge a hero by her shoe size either. This little one may barely clear a coffee table, but don't let the height fool you. She's not auditioning for attention. She's already starring in a story where the storm isn't something to fear -- it's just her cue.

Every splash her boots make isn't random. It's punctuation. It's a bold statement in a world that too often underestimates the quiet, the small, the growing. Her fishnets and leather don't scream rebellion: they whisper resilience. The kind that doesn't wait for permission. The kind that rewrites the rules just by showing up with pigtails and a stare that says, "I know exactly who I am."