"You only became Batman because you wanted revenge for your father's death," Mom said.
I pursed my lips. Despite the fact that I wanted to say no, it was the truth. Dad's death was the reason why I became Batman.
"Yes," I said after a few minutes.
"Terry." Mom's voice was breaking. I couldn't look. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to. Someone had to stop Derek Powers. I couldn't stand there and let him kill more fathers."
Mom went outside to go grocery shopping. Matt was at a friend's house. I was surprised that he could go to one of his twippy friends house and Mom could go grocery shopping after Ian Peek when I couldn't. Guess no one would bug them about the fact that one has an older brother that is Batman and the other has Batman as her son.
Out of boredom, I took the TV remote and switched it on. Shockingly, the TV hadn't broke from lying facedown. It just needed its wires put back in place. On the screen was a reporter.
"Breaking news. Ian Peek is to be awarded a Nobel Prize for investigative journalism. He was chosen because he discovered the identity of Batman, now known to be high school student Terry McGinnis, who was assisted by former Batman and playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne. Peek's spokesperson-"
I punched the TV screen, shattering the glass.
This pig destroyed my entire life, and the old man's too. And he was being rewarded for it?
Maybe someone should plant a camera in the people who thought it was a good idea to reward him for spying on me. Then, the footage will be aired to the whole world. And they won't even know.
Someone should do the same to that piece of shit that exposed me and everyone who called it entertainment. How entertaining would that be for them?
Mom was right about Ian Peek. When it's you that's on the receiving end, it's not so entertaining.
Why did I have to learn it the hard way?