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“Another bastard?” The word spat out, rough and edged like a blade. The ex-hero, Gamma Jack, stood frozen, leaning against the table as he stared at the teenager before him. The resemblance was undeniable: the same steely gaze, the identical jawline, as if nature had mocked him by replicating his flaws in a different face.

He tried to trace names in his memory: forgotten lovers, nights of glory, bodies that had flickered past like sparks in a blaze. Which of them could have brought her into the world? No answer came; only a revolting void.

The psychiatrist, without lifting his eyes much from the papers, spoke coldly: “She barely speaks. But she admitted enough… The mother… well, she’s no longer a problem.” The hero caught the subtext in that “problem,” and the knot in his stomach tightened as the air grew heavier.

The girl didn’t look up. She stayed sunken in the chair, still, the monitors marking a steady pulse—almost mocking.

Suddenly, the girl raised her hands and yanked out the monitor cables. The shrill beeping filled the room. The psychiatrist jumped back, startled. Gamma Jack, however, didn’t move. He watched as she slowly stood, her eyes locked on him.

From the room stepped Simon J. Paladino, ex-lawyer for the supers, once known as Gazerbeam. The beeping went on. Simon spoke calmly: “Tell me, how does it feel… to see yourself in the monster you created? Custody is one hundred percent yours—unless the girl decides to press charges, in which case the state will side with her.”