"Behind every psycho seems to be a fucked up dad, huh? It's like psycho 101 or something." Axel hmmed a little and took in the burn marks, head tilted to the side. He'd got his own share of scars, that sort of shit happened when you got passed from foster home to foster home, never really getting attached to anyone, always getting dropped and the discipline always ranged from person to person. Some got pretty physical. Still, as he got older, he got his one silver lining to cling to. The Trickster. "Well, not all psychos. My shrink says I'm a psycho but I have the best dad. He's the greatest man alive."

He picked up his phone again and swiftly googled his dad, turning the phone around so Luke could see the pictures and the wiki article. A terrorist and a murderer, not the kind of person who could, by any measure, be a good dad. Axel was, to a degree, a very massive degree, deluded when it came to his father. Brainwashed. Groomed. He had been writing to him in prison since he was thirteen and even then, he had no idea it was his father.

He'd never had anyone and now he had a father. And his father was his hero. "He's a legend. The original Trickster. Look at that body count! He let me use the name. He's cool like that. We usually work together. We're not right now. He sort of, you know, threw me out of a moving car." Axel smiled like it was nothing and shrugged his shoulders. "He had to get away, he needed a distraction. The cops went after me instead. Pretty smart."

Taking his phone back, he looked at the article with pride. "Barely hurt. I rolled on dirt, no tarmac."