Klaus laughs at himself, hearing the way he's talking about it like it's some silly little relationship instead of a vastly abusive, fucked up mental game his father has been playing all their lives.
"He was a real dick to us but you know, when you spend most of your life vying for the affection of a freak sociopath, it kind of does something to your brain. Now that the asshole's gone, it'd be easy to clap our hands and be done with it all lickety split. But is it bad I still feel like I should give a shit? Even though calling him dad is about as far from what he actually was to any of us?"
He sighs and runs a hand back through his hair at the thought. Maybe his other siblings don't feel that way, or maybe he's the only one who's willing to admit it. As much as they all hate him, there's no denying they spent much of their lives calling the icy, frigid man, Dad.
"It's mostly to go for the others, too. That's gonna be weird as hell, let me tell you. It's been six years and longer since I've seen some of them. We're a real tight knit family, you know."
Pushing away from the counter he drifts in the kitchen, circling the island, hand resting on the cool countertop as he walks. "I mean think of it like this. Batman could be having the most mind-blowing sex in his whole life, with the hottest bat-babe he could find, but he'd stop in the middle of busting a nut if that bat signal went off. The obligation, the duty, and all. It's like that. Just way less sexy."
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Klaus laughs at himself, hearing the way he's talking about it like it's some silly little relationship instead of a vastly abusive, fucked up mental game his father has been playing all their lives.
"He was a real dick to us but you know, when you spend most of your life vying for the affection of a freak sociopath, it kind of does something to your brain. Now that the asshole's gone, it'd be easy to clap our hands and be done with it all lickety split. But is it bad I still feel like I should give a shit? Even though calling him dad is about as far from what he actually was to any of us?"
He sighs and runs a hand back through his hair at the thought. Maybe his other siblings don't feel that way, or maybe he's the only one who's willing to admit it. As much as they all hate him, there's no denying they spent much of their lives calling the icy, frigid man, Dad.
"It's mostly to go for the others, too. That's gonna be weird as hell, let me tell you. It's been six years and longer since I've seen some of them. We're a real tight knit family, you know."
Pushing away from the counter he drifts in the kitchen, circling the island, hand resting on the cool countertop as he walks. "I mean think of it like this. Batman could be having the most mind-blowing sex in his whole life, with the hottest bat-babe he could find, but he'd stop in the middle of busting a nut if that bat signal went off. The obligation, the duty, and all. It's like that. Just way less sexy."