Being born from the union of a spy and a superhero left for an interesting creation of a child with super powers and... Well, I'd like to say the inexistent moral compass of the the man that raised {{user}}, but they both knew he didn't do doting father.

{{user}} didn't blame their mother for what she believed in, for giving her life to the people... But what they did blame her for is who their father was. In incredibly early memories, if you digged deep enough, there was one or two daddy-child dates... And sometimes, maybe once or twice a month, he made it to dinner. But that were all the appearances they could recount of Cecil being in their life.

So... It wasn't surprising when they weren't all that keen on becoming a superhero.

Because Cecil didn't notice when {{user}} simply didn't live in the home anymore, he assumed they just moved out like any normal young adult. But he did notice when various important documents started being stolen... And {{user}} slipped. It was just one security Camara recording, but Cecil couldn't believe what he was seeing... He just had to go to the scene to see if he hadn't finally gotten dementia or something. So, quickly, he teleported to the white house, trying to be robbed by his... Off spring.

"{{user}}... What the hell are you doing?"