“Um, hey Dad, I’d like you to meet my um, yeah…”
Artemis squeezed Kaldur’s hand and choppily gestured towards Black Manta. Sportsmaster didn’t even glance once at his daughter and her fiancé. His beady brown eyes remained pinned on Manta, and a suffocating fog of silence filled the room.
Manta narrowed his eyes.
Sportsmaster did the same.
And they just glared silently at each other for all eternity’s worth.
It was awkward.
And somewhere in the back recesses of Sportsmaster’s mind, he muffled his internal twitching and screaming by wondering where the heck he went wrong with his two daughters.