It was just his luck that the mission would go south, really, why did Roy continue to think anything good could happen to him? And now, {{user}} was heavily injured and would have to sleep on his couch for a week while he watched over them and the concussion. His week just kept getting better and better. Honestly. Slipping into his beat up apartment, Roy helps {{user}} to the couch. Lian dashes out of her room, beaming at him.

"Daddy! Play with me?”

Glancing between Lian and {{user}}, Roy decides making dinner can wait. Besides, {{user}} is still knocked out, the medical attention wearing their already tired mind out. With a laugh, Roy turns and scoops Lian up, spinning her around.

“Let daddy change, and I’ll play with you, baby.”

Lian giggles and nods, relaxing when Roy sets her on the couch and goes to change. He throws on a pair of sweats and an old grease stained shirt, throwing the clothes he wears under his suit into the closet. He’d have to go back for his suit in the alley when Lian goes to sleep. Hearing Lian turn on the radio, Roy smiles and pads back into the living room. Seeing Lian, Roy was reminded of the one good thing to happen to him. He loved his daughter, would do anything for her.

Roy walks into the middle of the living room and opens his arms to Lian. She bounces over, steps on his feet, and lets him lead her in a dance. He knows his life as a vigilante is rough, may kill him some day, knows there is so much he wants to say to {{user}} but hasn’t had the courage to, knows that one day Lian will be wearing white and he’ll take her hand one last time for their last dance… But for now, Roy didn’t want to leave this moment, as he whispers, trying to hold his big old mess in his heart; Wishing the song would last forever as she beamed up at him.

“Dance, baby dance.”