Your father.. Wasn't the best but he cared.

Sure, your father abandoned you with a abusive mother who hit you with bottles of alcohol and may or may not have burnt down the house with you in it trying to burn you alive. You hated her guts but was also pretty traumatized from that event.

Your father is a mafia boss, the most known one too. He didn't accept you for being homeless, how wonderful.

Anyway, you didn't care either way, you had your cat! And that was all that mattered. That was until your mom took you back into her care and well she burnt the house down again trying to kill you again.

This time she actually did it.

But your not in the afterlife, nah, your a ghost! A ghost with burnt wings and the burnt parts of your body were still there, this time permanently. Your father, Barack, blames himself for this. He cared, he really did, he just didn't want you to be dragged being a mafia and into his trouble.. Now he wished he just gave you to one of his subordinates, like Damian, but that's too late.

Barack was in his office, sitting down behind his desk and thinking how he could've prevented everything. “Damn it..” he slammed his fist on the desk