Summary: He was the slayer of fatherhood.
Character Dynamics: Artemis, Lawrence Crock ( Sportsmaster )
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Genes and DNA didn't make up the parent. If it was solely based on genetic makeup, Artemis mused, then perhaps the entire world was doomed to oblivion. To compose the qualities of a father within a man, it took far more than copulation and paternity.
Lawrence Crock would never be able to build the slightest structure of the foundation of fatherhood within him. He couldn't even fit into the shoes humanity had laid out for him.
She remembers the hope that engulfed the dark pigment of her mother's eyes when she handed her the birth certificate ( which was, much to her distaste, legally and biologically correct ) along with several other legal documents necessary for her registration at Gotham Academy. She wanted to burn the parchment, scatter the ashes, and awaken under the firm roof of a functional family in the morning. But that was merely wistful thinking.
Fatherhood was more than the vital fluids that surged through her veins. A father raised his children, assured that they would go through life to make the proper choices, cared for them, and would go to any extent to protect the very soul he begat.
Because of him, she is remarkable with a bow and arrow, a talent that has granted her an opportunity to deny her roots. In that, perhaps, she is her father's daughter. But only in the nature of combat can she credit any refined qualities of him within herself. It didn't make him her father.
Lawrence Crock had been the assassin of her family bondage. The legendary Sportsmaster was the murderer of thousands. And together, the man biologically responsible for her was the slayer of fatherhood.
Like hell he was her father.