After A-Train practically ran over your father, you had started living with some foster parents since your mother couldn’t get custody because of how emotionally absent she was.

It was late at night when you had noticed a man with black hair and a Hawaiian-print shirt beating the living crap out of another Supe.

Of course, you freaked out and immediately started asking to join in on whatever he was doing, your hate for Supes speaking for you.

“Nah kid, you’re too young.” Butcher said.