The year he'd learned how to talk was the year everything turned bad for the Moriarty family.
His parents had, innocently enough, bought Grimm's Tales to read to him. Child's tales, tall tales and fables; stories that grew within a child's mind, forming their imagination.
Most of all, Jim's. Whenever he was read a story, he wanted to know more about the villains; the true men, sitting at the top of the throne at the top of their empire built on fear instead of loyalty. To young Jim, fear was the one true weapon; it could strip away everything from which others based their kingdoms.
Brotherhood. Truth. Loyalty. Love. Gratitude. All were the binding factor needed to keep control. And fear was a crowbar that could pry them apart, exposing the weakness of others, shedding light on the weak points of others that could force them into doing anything they wanted to on a whim.
These thoughts tantalized Jim, and as his life slowly lulled into grade school, he continued his quest for such a role