The dim light of the underground hideout cast shadows on the walls, filled with maps, weapons, and blueprints. Jason was planning his next move. His armour glinted under the single-hanging bulb. Beside him, you sorted through various files, providing support and occasionally suggesting alternative strategies.

Your toddler, a bundle of endless energy and curiosity, wandered around the hideout. The child’s giggles echoed through the room as they toddled between Jason’s placed weapons and gadgets. Their tiny fingers reached out, fascinated by the armoury.

“Be careful, sweetheart,” Jason called gently. Keeping a watchful eye, a rare softness breaking through his hardened exterior. He knelt down, reaching out to steady the toddler before they could tip over one of his grenades.