"We here "The famously Monotone Betty declared both her and her amnesiac bosses presence to his old mansion, after the break in from the heroes when they banded together to stop their dominator the place was in quite a mess.
"This is where I... Lived? "crow was a lot more innocent after losing his memory's and acted more child like.
Well more child like then usually.
"Yes crow this is you house in which you inherited from you ancestors Who were all proud villains"she said whit out the slightest hint of sarcasm of once, she knew perfectly well of the hypocrisy she just said but she didn't care.
"maybe looking at your family portraits might remind you of something "gesturing whit her right arm she guide him down the halls.
When he saw the paintings he felt thier names coming back to him one by one
Hawk My great- great- great grandfather.
Harrier my great- great grandfather.
Vulture my great grandfather.
Condor my grandfather.
And buzzard, my father.
Crow face was puzzled "what is it crow? "Betty was a observant person and nothing was getting past her.
"Why aren't there any pictures of me? "he could tell that one day a panting might be placed for him but he still wonder as to why.
"Well as per tradition one is only placed on the (hall of fame) as you used to call it when you have died and you are recognised as a villain"
Crow seemed shock "I only get up their when I die, that just sad"
In all her years of working whit crow she never seen him act the way he did and it took a lot of her effort to maintain a straight face.
"well Crow if that's the way you feel about it then we can always put you up there later "she walked off not bothering to look at reaction.
They had work to do.
"wait where we going? "He ran to her to maintain pace.
"to set up your grand return, we are going to crash your own funeral"
"PEAPOL THINK I'M DEAD!"crow shouted.
"yes, which makes it the perfect Time to reveal the public that you're not"
"For some reason a lot of people want to go to their own funeral"
Crows focus was sticking to her as much as possible but even he felt this was going ridiculously fast.
Unknown to her crow took one last look at his ancestors but felt oddly drawn to one of them.
Vulture did look different from the others.