Brother Joseph has managed to take Garfield Logan out to the Shed. He flicks on the solitary light bulb, allowing the young man to see all that he has stashed here - the physical reminders of his shame and need for eternal penance.
There's silence. Damn, this is a lot like what he had to do to Glen a generation earlier. He hoped better for Aurora, but she's got too much of her father's damn stubborn streak.
It's enough time to pull out three magazines, laying them on the table like he’s dealing blackjack.
The first is that magazine featuring the Titans. It’s open to a group shot they did for their media kit. Kory is proud, fiery beauty. Victor’s metal body is polished to a mirror finish. Kon’s got one arm around Cassie, the other hand scratching Krypto’s ear. Bart and Garfield look like they’re goofing off.
The second is a copy of Utne Reader, talking about “Progressive Young Millionaires.” Gar’s going to recall posing with Dick and a handful of other heirs and heiresses who were turning their vast inheritances into charitable foundations.
The third? A special edition of Heroes Monthly, a collectable tribute to the contributions of caped and masked mystery men and women through recent history.
“I know who you are, and I know what you are. Now, we have bigger problems with these jackboots in town. I know that. And you and your friends have made what was already a tense situation boil over into war. I hope you are goddamn proud of yourself.”
The stare could melt lead.