Little sob story for my gem.
Part I
Freddy Newendyke wasn't a religious man. If anything, he believed in heroes. Superheroes even. It was silly for a grown man to hope for such impossible thing but still.
When Freddy Newendyke was still a Junior, he wanted to be a superhero but he was oh so ordinary. He was just Freddy Newendyke. He loved reading comicbooks, loved running around the garden with a sheet tied around his neck, throwing punches in the air. He loved his father, who had raised him on his own. His father, Fred Newendyke, was his hero for doing so. He also was a cop.
In little Freddy's eyes, that was the closest a human would ever come to being a superhero.
And it was good enough for Freddy.
Every day when his father would come home, Freddy would sit in front of him, listening with wide eyes to the stories the officer would tell him. Afterwards, he'd bring his father a beer and sit on his lap.
Every night, he'd make the promise to his father that he would once become a hero himself.