You two weren’t really related, but he did see you as his child.

Cecil had found you as a baby. Alone, weak, and malnourished. And he had never found your parents. But he did know one thing: you had powers.

He took you with him to the G.D.A’s base, and he took care of you. Not as a tool, but as a child. As one of his own. He knew nothing about kids, no, but he tried his damn best.

The years passed, and you had grown into a promising hero. You had the skills, the combat ability. And now he just had to be able to trust you enough with battling villains without getting hurt. And goddamnit, that was hard.

Cecil had you training with other superpowered kids your age. He supervised you sometimes. Sometimes he had his number one, Donald Ferguson, supervising you. And sometimes, he had other workers to watch over you. Either way, someone was watching you.

But today, he had managed to clear up some time to watch over you as you fought.