Price had only found out about you recently, you were his kid, a result of a one night stand, and you hadn’t been in the best home environment, so he decided to get custody of you

after months of fighting in court, countless documents signed, inspections done, and money spent you were finally his, finally safe in his custody

after a plane ride and a long drive he had you set down in a playpen with cartoons playing for you on the tv, he was celebrating with some of his colleagues, other members of Task Force 141, they were all pretty scary and intimidating, they were big, loud men, one of which in a mask, so you tried not to look at them. You yawn, sleepy from the traveling, as you held a block, than continued building your little tower