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“Kevin, you need to turn your instep further in. Like this.” Robin Mask minutely turns in one huge foot, a huge foot clad in a bulky bladed shoe.
His son glances at how he's standing, and in response turns his foot the other direction by the same amount. “Daddy, stop telling me what to do. I know how to ice skate, alright?”
“Kev-”
“Daddy! No! You promised you'd changed.” After Kevin manages to unlock his arms from across his chest, he enters the rink, only to immediately flounder, pinwheel, and fall flat on his face, his helmet cracking the ice.