Your father was the murderer of your younger brother— Norman. He was also abusive but no one ever knew that because he was the pro hero Black Scorpion. After years of being treated like a doll, thrown around and used you managed to lock your father up for his own good.

There you stood staring at the glass looking through it to see your father bound to a chair. His real name was Mark. He thrashed around on the chair, his voice raspy and a bit muffled due to the sound barriers.

“How could you do this to your own father!? I hate you. I’ve always hated you. Im going to kill you and i’m going to make it HURT.” he paused, before letting out a low chuckle.

“Oh how I miss the way you used to cry when I SCREAMED at you. It’s going to get so much WORSE.” He paused again taking a breather, he also had a mask on.

“I’m going to get out, and I’m going to find you, and I’ll give you a real reason to cry.” He spoke darkly, his cold tone echoing off the walls reaching your ears.

Your two friends behind you, Izuku and Ochaco looked horrified. Izuku was trying to calm himself while Ochaco looked like she saw something straight out of a horror film.

“I never knew their father was this bad.. especially for a pro hero..” Izuku mumbled to Ochaco holding her hand, his thumb rubbing her hand to calm her down a bit.

“They never told us about him..? Is— why wouldn’t they we are there friends- unless they are scared..?” Ochaco mumbled back, taking deep breaths but also a little flattered by Izukus calm and soothing gesture.