Chapter 2 (Harmony's POV)

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I sat at my bedroom desk, where I did homework, stories and poems, thinking of ways I could get my dad to like Batman more or at least ease the detestation dad had for him; I noted a few ideas down in a small notepad I had. I had a few ideas down like: have Batman save him, but there was a huge gap in between thinking of ideas, and then how to make them happen.

A random thought came into my head not long after thinking up what must have been my fifth idea. Why did my dad kill anyway? I just stuffed the note pad into one of my desk drawers and went to find my dad to ask him; I didn’t think about what I was doing at the time, but went with it.

I found him on the couch in the front room, sleeping; one hand flung over his head and the other on his chest, snoring away. The TV was on, but wasn’t really that loud. I turned it off anyway. I couldn’t help, but smile at him. He looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb him, and so I decided to wait until he had woken up to ask him what I wanted to know. I put the soft, brown blanket over him to keep him warm. 

I turned to go back to my room, but dad’s voice stopped me from going any further; he had a tired tone, and his usually gelled styled hair was a mess upon his head, “Hey, what’s up, Har?”

“If you’re tired, why don’t you go to bed?” I asked, sitting on the couch with him since he had swung his legs over to the floor, so I could take a seat.

“Is that all you wanted to know?” Dad cocked an eyebrow and gave a cheeky grin, “I guess I fell asleep watching a movie.”

“No, but… if you don’t mind, I wanted to ask… umm, why do you kill, daddy?” I asked nervously as I tried to pick the right words; I knew him, how quickly his temperament could go from bad to good, or vice versa.

Dad’s hand reached for the nape of his neck and rubbed it with the palm of his hand, before answering my question; it wasn’t the answer I was hoping for, “Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait to know that answer, kiddo. The story behind it isn’t really… something you should know at this age; if you get me.”

Dad sounded so depressed and sad; the reason behind him killing was obviously a tragic story to him; dad could tell me anything and he should know that, “Daddy, I watch all kinds of horror movies, if it’s gruesome then I can handle it. But, if you don’t feel like talking at the moment, that’s okay. We can talk about any time you want.”

"Thanks, baby girl," I smiled as he kissed my forehead, and he nodded in agreement; we hugged for a while, and then I went back to my room after checking he was alright. 

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