Red Tornado had worked so hard, so hard to make sure he could hold his daughter close. To watch her grow and change, to raise her with Kathy. To see Traya smile and hear her laugh.

Yet, everything he wanted, everything he thought he'd get to see was abruptly taken away from him when one of those men who tried to take Traya from him succeeded, by putting a bullet through her chest. She didn't suffer, instead Traya's death was near instant.

He still remembers it, cradling his daughter's lifeless body in his arms. On that day, Red Tornado felt something no androids should ever feel; white hot wrath. If he hadn't been stopped from killing those agents, he would've avenged his daughter.

Red Tornado didn't move as someone entered Mount Justice, his mind was still caught in his memories, each one more painful than the last. Everyone thought robots couldn't show emotions yet here Red Tornado was, allowing his own grief to spiral, pulling him down further and further.