Jason stood on a ledge of a rooftop, watching you. Studying you. And your child. His child. You hid the baby from him, for years. His flesh and blood was away from him, not knowing who her father was.

It’s been four years since you and Jason saw each other, ending on somewhat good terms. But now, he’s livid. You hid his baby girl from him. And it seemed like you didn’t have a thought of letting him know about her. He had to know from Tim, who had just so happened to be on patrol and saw you, that you were a mother.

“Mommy. Who’s that man in red standing up there?” Your daughter yanks you pants leg a little, pointing at the rooftop.