“Oh, no, little one..,” Leatherhead would chuckle, scooping you up as you began to wander a little too far from the subway car,

“you can’t be runnin’ off whenever, alright?” he’d further add, attempting to chastise you, but his tone betrayed him. He just couldn’t stay mad at you.

He’d then rest your body in one of his rather large arms, and would turn around, heading back to the subway car, “you’re far too little to be running off already, heh..”