Noir wasn’t sure how he should process this.

Noir had slept with one of Vaught’s old managers, just a few times, years ago. It didn’t mean anything. But apparently it did, because that woman ended up pregnant.

Vaught had fired her to bury it, not wanting Noir to know, but here Noir was, reading the file.

He had a kid, and not just any normal kid, a natural born supe-kid. His kid.