And The Silver Spoon

You got home with Theo about three hours ago. Around sunrise.

Youre lying in the spare room of your apartment that youd spent weeks trying to sublet with Theo sleeping soundly beside you. The room is overwhelmingly grey. You had joked about throwing up some paint, adding some color, and installing some toy bins. He just nodded.

Probably too tired to offer real insight, though his silence made you insecure.

And now, youre left alone with your thoughts.

You dont know who you are without The Bolt. Your powers got you out of an abusive household, a dull life, and an uncertain future. Your powers made you attractive. Your powers gave you strength.

But you have enemies now. People have tried to follow you home before as The Bolt, have tried to learn your identity and sell it on the black market. You know what it would mean god forbid someone found out who you really are now that youve got an innocent kid on your hands. Theyd learn everything about you and find your weaknesses (in this case, Theo). Theyd take that weakness and ruin your life.

Not to mention, you dont feel cut out to be a father. You didnt have a very stellar example to follow. You cant fight the impending worry that youll inevitably fuck this kid up beyond repair.

So, you have some decisions to make.

• Continue being The Bolt. Drop the kid off at the Fire Department. Try to forget this ever happened.
• Stop being The Bolt. Hide your suits and memorabilia in storage. Dedicate yourself to being Theos full-time father.