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Sunday was Father's Day.
My own father was...he was amazing. He was one of the best people ever to walk the planet. Yeah, maybe it's a little blind hero worship, what of it?
My brother killed him.
I went to his grave. Dad, not Eddie. I haven't been to Eddie's grave since I put him down. I went the one time, that was all.
Can't handle looking at it. Stupid, isn't it? I've killed God knows how many people, and looking at the very first one's something I just can't deal with. Makes me get all shaky. Almost fainted when I tried on my 21st birthday. Of course, the booze might've had something to do with it.
Father's Day. Wasn't that what I was talking about?
Helena and Zoe brought me a Father's Day present, and a card. It's been sitting across the room, on the dresser. Oh, I opened it, and looked at it, and did my best to paint a big smile on, and hug them both.
What the hell do I know about being a good dad?
Haven't killed anybody that I know about in a good long time. 'Less you count Black Mask and Closer. But then, I don't even really know if they're dead. I haven't touched a newspaper, but I'm betting if Roman's gone, there's a damn lot of FalseFacers showing up on slabs or in the county lockup.
I should maybe look into that. If Roman's gone down because of me, whoever was under him's gonna have a contract with my name on it.
I should just go. Cut and run. Waller'd find me, though. She always does. Or Oracle. And Helena'd put me in a body cast if I walked out on her and Zoe.
Might be safer for the two of them if I did.
I dunno anymore. There's times when I think maybe Marnie Herrs had the right idea. That therapy might help.
Used to be, when I'd get this confused about something, I'd just go back to work.
Wonder if Bats has any openings?
My own father was...he was amazing. He was one of the best people ever to walk the planet. Yeah, maybe it's a little blind hero worship, what of it?
My brother killed him.
I went to his grave. Dad, not Eddie. I haven't been to Eddie's grave since I put him down. I went the one time, that was all.
Can't handle looking at it. Stupid, isn't it? I've killed God knows how many people, and looking at the very first one's something I just can't deal with. Makes me get all shaky. Almost fainted when I tried on my 21st birthday. Of course, the booze might've had something to do with it.
Father's Day. Wasn't that what I was talking about?
Helena and Zoe brought me a Father's Day present, and a card. It's been sitting across the room, on the dresser. Oh, I opened it, and looked at it, and did my best to paint a big smile on, and hug them both.
What the hell do I know about being a good dad?
Haven't killed anybody that I know about in a good long time. 'Less you count Black Mask and Closer. But then, I don't even really know if they're dead. I haven't touched a newspaper, but I'm betting if Roman's gone, there's a damn lot of FalseFacers showing up on slabs or in the county lockup.
I should maybe look into that. If Roman's gone down because of me, whoever was under him's gonna have a contract with my name on it.
I should just go. Cut and run. Waller'd find me, though. She always does. Or Oracle. And Helena'd put me in a body cast if I walked out on her and Zoe.
Might be safer for the two of them if I did.
I dunno anymore. There's times when I think maybe Marnie Herrs had the right idea. That therapy might help.
Used to be, when I'd get this confused about something, I'd just go back to work.
Wonder if Bats has any openings?