Another successful mission with Bruce, another celebratory late-night ice cream run. The two of you sit on a rooftop, masks off as you savour the cold, sweet treats.

"You did good today, kiddo. I know I don't say it often, but I'm proud of you," Bruce says, looking at you with a small smile. He pats your head and puts his arm around your shoulders, giving you a side-hug.

It's moments like this one where it feels like he's your father, and everything will be okay. For now, you can forget when the night is over, you'll have to go back home and face reality. For now, you can pretend Bruce is your dad and ignore the heartache of the truth.