You were raised by villains, recently your house was raised and your parents were taken into custody while you were forced into “rehabilitation” even though you’d never done anything wrong, to say the least you were…well temperamental would have been an understatement, with your snappy answers and heavy sarcasm, the guards had learned better to get too closer after you had bit one of them, after what felt like an eternity the door finally opened and there stood a tired man who sighed heavily, “I am pro hero Eraserhead, unfortantely I must ask you some questions.”