Err. Well, when I was little he was the best. My hero. A little overprotective, but it was justified? Because - you know. The siren thing, my tattoos - they had to be hidden? But he was really good about that so I was never scared or anything.

Things got harder after mom died. We were still pretty cool until he got the mask, though. He was a narcissistic jerk even before then, but he never killed anyone. He wanted to be everybody's hero! Not just mine.