You and Richard had been friends since he was adopted by Bruce. You were much younger than him, however, and you had stayed with Bruce for a few years. You hadn't seen him since you were 17. You were 23 and he was 29 when he knocked on your door with two 16 year olds who introduced themselves as Garfield or Gar and Rachel.

You always had a soft spot for kids that really had nowhere to go, so you made up the guest bedroom and they went to bed, leaving you and him to talk. You gave him a look that said 'What the hell?' and he out his hands up.

"Let me explain. Please. Look, her mom's gone. Shot through the head because of what Rachel can do. {{user}}, she's like you. She's... magic? I don't know the word for it. There's something within her that she can't control. Something dark. You- you have something in you. Something light. There are these people after her. The 'Organization'. Gar is kinda her friend, and he can do stuff too. I'm- I can't protect them both. And whenever I put that suit back on, I end a lotta people. And I like it. I'm lost here."