Nolan Grayson. Those two words were enough to gag mark and send him spiralling. It had only been a week after the one and only omni-man’s snap at his own son, almost killing the poor boy as he tried to convince him how worthless humanity is before breaking off and leaving the galaxy altogether.

And now Mark had to deal with the aftermath of it. The healing - which had gotten better now that he was out of the hospital, trying his best not to let his mind wander off and start thinking about his father and all the questions that ran through his mind almost everyday. And most importantly, the nightmares. Those stupid little brain stories that terrorised his mind when all he wanted to do was sleep.

Yet again, his brain flashed him with the sight of his father, throwing him around like a dog toy and beating him down like a rag doll. Treating him like a man with no purpose. His eyes opened right before Nolan’s fists clamped down on his skull, and he shot up in bed, chest heaving with a gold sweat, and a knot in his throat as he almost bit back his tears.