I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt my father, you hear me? Whatever you want of me. If you want me to go on TV, sit on my Cosmic Rod and swivel, I will... as long as my father remains unharmed. I say this for his sake... and... for yours.
My father doesn't ask much of me... I mean yeah, he asked me to be a superhero... which is kind of a big "Son, could you do me a favor?", I admit... But apart from that he lets me be. He doesn't criticize how I dress, either. He doesn't judge. So he comes to me with something he needs doing... What can I say... "yeah, Dad, you want, you got," right? Except it's only then I learn what that something is... defend the city against a god. Captain Marvel, to be exact about it. Him with the "Power of Shazam"... whatever that is.
I sometimes think about that painting... American Gothic by Grant Wood. You know, the husband and wife who, from the look in their eyes, have a dark secret somewhere in their pasts. And maybe it's still buried on their land, too... or in that gloomy house of theirs. That's what I think about when I drive around looking for bargains. American Gothic by Wood... and bodies in barns.