Blackfeather Woods Slackers are not allowed.

"Yeah, sure. Great job, Dad." She admitted in her typical, angsty teenager fashion, silently agreeing with him. He always had a way of making her smile in some way or another, regardless of how she felt. He was comical that way, a strange trait for a Dark Brother, but Cicero was cheerful and happy once, too. "I can tell."

"Explain orphans then, or people who grew up without their birth parents." Like yourself. A long unheard (or ignored) voice murmured, a smirk behind the comment. Bane was much like you and your siblings.