Some Advice For My Nephew

Oh, my poor pathetic nephew. Grant, Grant, Grant. It pains me to see that you have grown up to be such a misfit. Perhaps I should have visited more when you were a child. Perhaps you would have turned out better with a little magnetism in your life.

It is clear to me that you know nothing about women. Now pull up a chair and allow your dear Uncle Polaris to smack some sense into you with a steel girder. Your attempts to impress women are appalling and juvenile. It is not one's handsome face that impresses women... It is the content of your character and the way you treat them.

Behold: Doctor Polaris, Master of Magnetism. Do I woo lovely ladies with my handsome face revealed? I do not. That is a Jordan tactic. Rather, I wear a villainous helm to hide my face, thus preserving an air of mystery while I employ my magnetic charm. It has proven most effective.

I thought you got it, Grant. After my colleague Zoom brutally disfigured your face you took to hiding your appearance. You were projecting an air of intrigue. But did you take advantage of it? No, you moped about like the pathetic nephew that you are.

I predict that you will have no more success now than you did before an ancient space god restored your face. It is far more likely that you will fail. Just like you fail in all your childish pursuits.

You really need to grow up, Grant.

Family Ties

I have been observing the new Justice Society of America with interest. Believe it or not, I, Doctor Polaris, have a family connection to this iteration of the Justice Society. You see, Damage -- also known as Grant Emerson -- is my nephew.

Surprised that I'm a relative of a super-hero? True, Grant is not related to me by blood. But he was adopted and raised by my pathetic brother and his shrewish wife. I saw the boy often when he was just a lad. His family life was not ideal. It would be an understatement to say that my brother was not well-suited to being a father.

As such, I tried to do right by the boy as best I could. I would often try to interest Grant in the workings of magnetism and the phenomenal power inherent within! But at that time the boy was not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. I'm sad to say that that hasn't changed.

More recently -- after the unpleasantness of the most recent Crisis -- I tried to convince Grant to join the side of villainy. After all, he's become a broody loner. And he's been physically deformed. Those are traits usually found on my side of the aisle.

But the boy continues to hold on to his "conscience." Bah! If only he were as interested in physics as he is in being a super-hero! Stupid JSA. Always snatching up the kids before we can get to them...