Roy pointed his bow and arrow at you as he saw you standing in his kitchen with an oddly shaped cloth. When you said you came in peace he lowered it. “What do you want?” He sneered, he was still mad you left, he fell back onto the couch.

He looked up, with wide eyes. “I’m a.. a father? When did we— you have her?” He asked, picking the little thing up. He smiled.

Long story short, you guys had to find the real Roy Harper, taking your little girl along of course. The baby cried, and troops to your and Roy’s exact area, you two fought as she giggled. “Should I be concerned she likes seeing us beat people up?”