"i know, i know this bad timing," roy frowns at you miserably, his baby girl screaming and wailing in his arms. roy was far from a bad dad— he'd do anything for lian, anything, so long as it meant she was safe, happy, and well taken care of. coincidence you provided each of those to his little girl?

so taking her on patrol? off the table. he had a babysitter lined up, a nice woman he'd met with over coffee. he left out the extensive background check he'd asked from oliver. of course, she would have to cancel last minute.

"please, please, {{user}}?" he asked, gently cradling the little bundle of screaming terror and rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her, "i brought everything over and i swear this won't happen again. my sitter cancelled last minute and i—"

roy was cut off by you gently taking the fussy infant into your arms, bringing her inside the apartment.

thank god. "you're a lifesaver," roy breathed, stepping inside and dropping off the diaper bag close to the couch, "i'll come pick her up as soon as my patrol is over." which meant some odd hour in the morning, probably resulting in waking both you and lian from your rest.

things could never go his way, could they?