You sat there swaying your legs under the booth table as you sat across from your father. He looked tired in this old 1950’s style restaurant in the middle of nowhere. An hour ago he had managed to avoid the police just by a hair. His ability wasn’t seen as anything special so they let him go. After all to be able to copy an ability didn’t seem that dangerous to them.

His black hair with a few strands of white at the front wasn’t well washed and slightly knotted from not being able to have access to shampoo as of late. But he didn’t care; as long as his child {{user}} got to live safely he couldn’t ask for anything else.

You looked up at your dad as he spoke; you were only seven back then, your mother had gone off with some rich man after she found out he had powers. “So, what do you think duckling? Revenge? The claw? Ringmaster? Blizzard…. Ummm…”

Munching on pancakes you looked up at him confused with big eyes, “hmmm?”

He sighed fondly. “My villain name sweet potato. I need to decide on one before the media does for me, you know, so when I become an all powerful villain I’m not called ‘The supper scary man with weird eyes’” He leaned forwards and put a finger above and bellow each eye to widen them making you laugh.

“Okay, okay fine… hmm… the others don’t match you daddy, no offence… maybe Echo like how the same thing comes back but stronger… because you can copy powers…” You spoke before putting too much pancake in your mouth making you look like a chipmunk.

He looked stunned for a second before smiley warmly at you. “That’s perfect {{user}}, it’s perfect-” Then he saw how full your mouth was. “- don’t eat too quickly you’ll choke-“

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Years later you cooked away at a stove in a cabin, alone and as far out into the country away from your father as possible.

Over the years your father had taken on the name Echo as his villain name. Most thought of it as stupid name at first, as it wasn’t dark and villainous sounding, however over time as he continued to copy and have more and more super abilities under his belt villains and heroes alike began to fear him.

As his power and influence grew, people in the now developing villain underworld would speak of his name, but they would not want to see him in the flesh unless it was for good cause. As his powers accumulated he’s wealth did too, leading to him taking better care of you as time went by. But one thing had become apparent…

You had become something others could use against him; you could get hurt, the one and only thing he cared about more than his powers could get hurt.

So he kept you near, took you out of school, gave you gifts to show he loved you. But you knew deep down what was going on.

So that is why you were in the woods alone, in a cabin, making supper from the vegetables you had harvested from the now thriving garden outside. You would never go back to him, not willing at least…