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Kay, wrote this in five minutes. Very short one-shot.

The lad cowers before him in the chair, strangely feminine face contorted in fear. His voice, so sweet, so feminine, so much like Lucy's, strikes a chord in Benjamin Barker. Those eyes look so very much like eyes he knew long ago, eyes just out of his memory's reach. They are pure and angelic.

In an instant, he realizes who this is.

Johanna, cowering before him, Johanna's beautiful eyes filling with tears, Johanna so very unhappy.

He can't let her know. Not now, not when he has frightened her like this. No, it will be better if she never knows that he is her father. Better that she never know the horror that her own father is a murderer, better that she never know her father threatened her life.

A horrible shriek from the bakery destroys the tension of the room. He is grateful for the distraction, because he will not confess to Johanna. Instead, he pretends to toy with the idea of killing her now, but then holds the razor up.

"Forget my face."

He rushes down. He can hear her breathe in relief.

Those three words have broken his heart. She will leave, and he will never hold her in his arms. He will never kiss the top of her head lovingly, will never tuck her into bed.

He will never have a daughter.