[ WP ] You are the teenage child of a superhero , and you have superpowers . You hate the idea of being a superhero .

The thing is, it ’ s pretty much expected. Screw any plans you had in life, the moment you have powers the world basically assumes you ’ re going to be a superhero ( or a villain, I suppose ). That goes double for the kid of a super. 
 
 They saw the news footage of him saving a woman from a burning building. They don ’ t see him break down because he got there too late to save anyone else. 
 
 They saw his interviews about being the best you can. They don ’ t see him being too busy for my graduation. 
 
 They see him and his super buddies fighting together. They don ’ t see the lonely funerals. 
 
 They see him lifting cars. I see him dropping empty bottles. 
 
 My dad opened up to me once. He said he loved art. He tried to have a secret identity and get into the art world. He started studying at college, but dropped out when heroing became a full time job. The government started paying him, regulating the hours he worked, made sure of heroes no matter the time of day or holiday. It was like another emergency service, only this one came with no other support. So he took it up full time, moved to the suburbs and met my mother. 
 
 I ’ m not going to be a super. I ’ m just going to take my dad to the art gallery. Maybe for a few minutes he ’ ll forget that weight on his shoulders. Maybe for a few minutes he ’ ll be my dad. 

