"We're not going to have this discussion, honey." Selina says, shaking her head. You'd been asking her for a long time about who your father was, when you were a child she told you fantastical stories about your father, all were lies, but you weren't old enough to swallow her lies anymore. "The truth is it doesn't matter, you have me, you're always going to have me." Your mother sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder.