Finding yourself between two men who are at odds with one another is a bit infuriating, but when one is thirty-two and the other is eight years old it can be downright odd.

My name is Katherine, or Kat to my close friends, and I'm a detective working for the N.Y.P.D., New York Police Department. The thirty-two year old man next to me is one of my partners, Shawn, and the eight year old kid is his nephew, Timothy.

The three of us were currently sitting at the Train Station, getting ready to meet up with Shawn's older sister, Nancy, so Timothy can go back home. I guess you could say we were babysitting him for the day.

"I'm telling you," Timothy shouted, "Superman is the best out off all the superheroes!"

"And I'm telling you Batman is!" Shawn shouted back.

I put a hand to my forehead, feeling the migraine getting worse with ever word that was shouted. This argument had been going on for a few hours now, both debating whether Batman or Superman was the better superhero. Truthfully, I didn't care who was better, I just wished they would shut up.

"How is Batman better then Superman?" Timothy said. "Superman can bounce off bullets, but if Batman gets shot he'll die!"

"But Superman's weakness is a stupid rock!" Shawn said.

It seems that last statement really got Timothy, but that didn't stop the kid from continuing the argument.

"But Batman can get killed from anything else!" Timothy shouted.

I crossed my arms as I felt the eyes of ever person walking by turn toward us. The two were causing such an uproar that it was beginning to get embarrassing. I couldn't take it anymore. But Lucas, my other partner at the N.Y.P.D., said I should try controlling my temper more. So, this was me controlling my temper.

"Just give up already, Timothy!" Shawn said, giving his usual 'I know I won' smirk. "Just admit that Batman is better then Superman."

I closed my eyes.

"I'll never admit to something that isn't true!" Timothy shouted.

My foot began tapping against the ground.

"It is true!"

My hands were gripping the sides of my jacket rather tightly now.

"No it's not!"

I began to slouch in my seat.

"Yes it is!"

I winced at the sound of the shouting continue, along with the sounds of bystanders chatting and the sound of train whistles.

"No it's not!"

"Okay!" I shouted, standing to my feet. I turned to both boys, putting my hands on my hips, they were both finally silent.

"This argument is completely pointless! Get over yourselves! First off: you…"-I point to Timothy-"neither is better than the other! They both fight for justice, so does it really matter which is better?" I pointed to Shawn next. "Second: Why are you even getting mixed up in this? You're thirty-two for god's sake, you're not three!" I took another breath. "Third: Neither exist, just like Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy!"

I took my seat once again, but I soon regretted it when Timothy looked at me and said, "What do you mean Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy don't exist?" I then sighed once again as the eight year old began crying until his mother came and got him.

After that, I had gotten a new nickname in the office: The Dream Killer.

I will never take care of a child ever again.