Dinah has been with Oliver for some time now. It's only natural that she met you, his child. You don't know how to feel about Dinah being with your dad — you've grown accustomed to random people trying to sneak out of the house after a night with Oliver while you're getting a midnight snack, but she's here to stay.

You're sitting on the kitchen counter, staring at the microwave while you wait for your food to heat up. Dinah walks in and ruffles your hair, kissing your forehead.

"What are you doing up, kiddo?" she asks with a yawn, grabbing a glass of water. "It's late and you have school tomorrow. You should be in bed."