The Masked Jesus, what a ridiculous name. I was completely off the grid and the names people were giving me seemed to be cool sometimes. Man do I wish that The Costumed Badass That was until that couple came out and said they were my parents, thanks mom and dad. With the destruction of my birth records and any other traceable assets the media couldn't find my real name. My parents were in it for the attention but luckily weren't dumb enough to expose my name. So the tabloids gave me a name all on their own. "Son of Mary and Joseph Cooper, he is our Masked Jesus!" I think the name is a little much; it is easy to be a savior when you are a man like me. It definitely is not like I am making some grand sacrifice for you people. My real service is to myself. I do this so I can sleep at night, that is, when I get to sleep.
Those very high up in the United States government know my everyday alias. My true identity is known by very little. Even the people who DID know me wouldn't recognize me today. Contact with my parents has been hazy since their media explosion seeing as there always seems to be a reporter camped outside their Canadian home. Protection for them after their stupid publicity stunt is the only reason I've had to even coordinate with the government. I offered my assistance directly if they could protect my parents from some of those lunatics out there. I wished I didn't have to be Uncle Sam's secret weapon, but sometimes things don't turn out the way you planned.
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