My name is Domino

13.

***Back to Domino's view***

I sat next to dad in the car. He didn't say anything but I could sense he blamed himself. But it was all me. I had insisted going to school even when I had almost no memory of my past. 

-Dad, I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself and attacked another person. Maybe I shouldn't go to school at all. It is not like I needed it anyway.

Dad didn't say anything his guilt hadn't gone anywhere. We drove the rest of the way in total silence.

When we got home papa was waiting for us. Apparently he was already informed of the situation and had left the sanctum to talk about it. Neither him nor dad looked angry or disappointed but rather worried. We sat down and just stared etch other. Finally papa stretched his hand to me to see what had happen.  I gave my hand to him and he looked in to my eyes. I felt a little dizzy and then he let go.

-So you remember something. Do you want to tell us your self or would it be better if I'd see that my self.

- It would be clearer if you saw it with your own eyes.

I said and gave my hand back to papa who then took dad's hand so he could see too. The dizzy feeling came back and this time I also saw what they saw. It was a memory from the day father(refering to Bruce Wayne) took me and my Brother to meet superheroes to their base. The feeling of this memory also told that I also was a sort of a hero but the memory was not long enought to actually be sure.

- You know what this means. I am not that bad after all. I havent lived my life only killing and torturing people.

I said with a new kind of excitement. Dad sighed. He knew how important it was to me to be sure I wasn't bad. Then I want back to being serious.

- But what happen today can't happen again. His mother was right, when I'm like this I am dangerous. So I would like to perform the memory spell. It has already been almost half a year since I woke up and I haw only had two memories to pop up. No matter how you look at it, it is not normal and I want to know who I am.

Papa looked at me in shock. We had talked about memory spells and he had told me about the risk in my case that I could end up loosing all memories from my past. And even though that was something I was consearned of I desided that would be better than actyally cripling someone.

- Are you sure?

He said then. It was the least ethusiastic guestion I had ever heard and consisted his worry for me and dad. In case something goeas wrong dad would end up blaming himself although he could have done nothing.

-I'm sure. I trust you to guide me through it and that we will succeed.

I answered. Dad looked at me with the eyes that asked me to consider it again. So I gave in and said that I would think about it for a day to be sure. I was dismissed from school for the week anyway. So we agreed that if I still wanted to perform the memory spell tomorrow evening we would do it in the Sanctum.

After we had come to agreement about the spell we had a little talk about what had happened in school. Mainly they were worried if I was ok but they also asked me if the boy will have any problems with the fact that he was paralysed for few hours.

-It will not have any long time effect on him. I only temporarily stopped his normal nerve circulation.

-That's good. Even though money isn't a problem to us, it would have been troublesome to have that on our family. And also bad exposure to Avengers.

Dad said and stood up. Even though our conversation seemed short, it was time to start making dinner. I followed him to the kitchen to give him a hand. I was bad at almost any kitchen related stuff but at least could make the salad.