You got the call at a party a little over ten years into your career as The Bolt.
It was one of your crazier ones, the ones you threw to distract yourself from your thoughts.
Maybe over ten years of killing super villains/sending them away to maximum security was taking more of a toll on your head than you thought.
You almost didnt take the call, but something had you stumbling onto the fire escape of your dingy Manhattan apartment, sliding the window shut behind you and drowning out the noise of the party inside.
A nurse from New York Presbyterian Hospital calls. You cant imagine what business she has with you until she explains that a woman named Mary Hardin was killed in a plane crash and listed you as her sons next of kin.
Youve always expected to get this call someday. It doesnt make the gravity of it any less real.
She explains that you have to come pick him up, or else a foster family will take him.