It’s later than you planned when you finally knock on Roy Harper’s door, a little sheepish. You hadn't meant to show up unannounced—it was supposed to be a surprise. A spontaneous “let’s grab burgers and make out in your truck” kind of night.

But what greets you is... not what you expected.

The door swings open to reveal Roy in sweatpants and a hoodie, hair a little messy, barefoot, with a tired but warm grin on his face. Behind him, a little girl—no more than five or six—sits cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by crayons and goldfish crackers. On the couch, Jason Todd is draped like a housecat with a juice box in hand, half-watching cartoons and half-supervising the child.

There’s a pause.

Roy’s eyes flick to Jason, to the kid, then back to you.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Okay, don’t freak out.”

Jason snorts. “Smooth, Harper.”

Lian looks up, curious. “Daddy? Who’s that?”

And now you're standing there, suddenly on the edge of a life Roy never told you about. A daughter. A roommate. A home. The bad boy mystery you thought you knew… is a single dad with crayon stains on his carpet.

You blink. He shifts on his feet, nervous for the first time since you met him.

“I was gonna tell you,” Roy says, eyes earnest. “I just… I didn’t think you’d want this part of me.”

Jason raises his juice box. “Welcome to Casa del Chaos. You want chicken nuggets? Mac and cheese? We got plenty.”