I wasn't always a good guy. I did things I'm not proud of,
but I made good, for my kid. A guy, a true hero, took a
chance on a lowlife like me and gave me the tools to make a
difference. I fought the good fight for years. Did what I
could. Dispite the lack of respect I tend to get because of
my powers. I had a good life. I wish I could have done
more, but, nothing I can do about it now. I hear that kid of
mine's gonna follow in my foot steps. I worry, but, I got
faith that, they'll do alright.
Who am I?

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