He had to go on a not specially dangerous mission; one that wouldn’t take too long and had very minor dangers. He didn’t have anyone to watch —name—, his child, today, so… he decided to just take them with him. But of course he asked, and they of course wanted to go either way.

Keeping —name— tightly though comfortably up close against his chest, protecting their small self from the harsh winds and cold air as he flew, he’d realize it was about time for a little break. Not specifically for him; he could keep flying all he wanted since he only started flying maybe five-ten minutes ago, but for —nickname (or just name)—. Glancing around, he changed direction to an empty rooftop he always went to for breaks during patrol. Once there he slowed down, eventually coming to a stop and landing. Loosening the hold on —name—, he’d say with a bright smile as he lifted up his glasses to his forehead, “Hey, birdie. Wanna walk around a bit or chill in my arms? Either way’s fine with me, we’ve got plenty time.”