"The Joker kills a lot of people." That's was all she really knew about him. "We don't go out when he's having a party or we'll die." Like that parade he had near the Narrows last year, the air was all pretty purple but if they went out, they'd die. That's what her dad told her. Her old not-dad. She looked around the bathroom and then walked over to the tub, peering into it. It was so big, how would she climb out!
"Why do you have so many thingies? We only have two." She was pointing at the bottles he was debating between, curious why he seemed to have ten times the amount she did.
"Because I like variety. This way, I can always pick what I most feel like, you know?" Edward shrugged his shoulders and then opened up one bottle - it was green - so she could smell it. "Do you like how that smells? It will turn the water green." He liked green.
He decided that the conversation about rogues killing people could wait until later. "Pour some in, all right? And here are the pyjamas you can put on when you're all washed, this is the towel you can use."
He showed her where everything was, then smiled. "I'll be right outside if you need anything, but for now just enjoy the bath. Do you want to watch television during?"
He pressed a button next to the mirror and it changed to a screen. "You can tell it what you want to see. Enable voice command. New voice input."
He mouthed 'say something' to Stephanie, hoping she'd catch on.
It could indeed. Soon, the TV was playing and Stephanie was in the bath, letting Edward leave so she could wash up. It was fun and it smelled so nice, she splashed around in the water and washed as best she could - admittedly half-hearted when it came to washing her hair. She hadn't ever done it alone before, not like this, so it was a bit tricky but in the end, she managed it.
She finished watching what she was watching before asking the nice robot to turn off the show. "Eddie! I'm done!" She climbed out of the bath and wrapped herself in the towel Edward had put out, not sure what to do now. She was probably supposed to put her jammies on but it was all a lot and she was a bit lost. "Are these mine?" They were so pretty!
"Yes, these are yours," Edward told her after having walked into the room, wearing his 'Kiss the Chef' apron, a gracious gift from Echo and Query. He looked at the pyjamas, then at her, trying not to seem lost or sheepish himself. "Do you need help getting dressed?"
This father thing was just full of hidden complications. He wasn't sure whether she was old enough for that yet. He really, really needed to brush up on some parenting knowledge, tonight could be devoted to some research.
"I can do it. I just wasn't sure... my pyjamas have bunnies on them. They didn't have bunnies. I get it now." She had green ones instead. She dropped the towel and started to pull them on, a little awkward with her motor skills but she managed to get dressed, hurrying over to Edward with her hair dripping behind her, dried as best as she could manage. "Eddie, where did you go? Were you doing something fun?"
Hopefully he wasn't having too much fun without her! She also wanted to play.
"I got the pasta dough ready, it's in the fridge now. You can help choose what pasta shape we'll have, all right?" Edward took her hand, since she seemed to like holding his hand. He definitely had to take care of her hair too, but he could do that once she'd calmed down a little again. Apparently this had all been a lot of excitement, he supposed he understood that. He led her to the kitchen and helped her up onto one of the stools around the kitchen island, showing her the various pasta shapers and explaining what shape they'd end up making. "These are for macaroni, this would be spaghetti... That's linguini, a bit like flat spaghetti, I suppose. I have more, but I was too lazy to get them all out."
He was still getting sorted a little himself too. "Which one should we have?"
"Spaghetti!" She wanted what she knew, for the most part, and she knew spaghetti well. She sat on her stool and watched Edward work, getting all the food ready and doing what a mom did. She knew that dads could do it too, even if her dad never did, it was just really funny to see it happen. "My dad never cooked. You're way better, Eddie. You can cook and you make baths and robots."
She paused and then tilted her head to the side, frowning. "If he's not my dad and you are my dad, should I call you dad? And if I do then what do I call my old dad?"
"Whatever you want. I usually call him idiot. Or moron. Or imbecile. Or wannabe." Edward wasn't sure how helpful that was to her, but hey. He was offering variety. he finished fixing the attachment to the pasta machine, then he picked her up and carried her over to the sofa in the living room, letting himself fall down on it with her. "Time to fix up your hair, princess."
He looked at her with a smile, bopping her nose. He was looking forward to properly caring for her hair. "You can call me dad. If you want to. Eddie is all right too. It's all new, isn't it? Take your time."
Stephanie giggled as she climbed onto Edward, grinning as he bopped her nose and bopped his back. "You're silly!" She liked that about him, totally different from her dad. No hitting, no yelling, no scary closet. Only Edward, helping her with her hair, owning robots and making fun pasta. She grinning as she turned around, letting Edward get a good look at her hair.
"I think you are a nice dad. You're like a dad from a book. A nice book. Like the one I have about mice." So already, Edward was nailing it - he was a mouse dad.
"A book about mice, yes? That does sound fascinating." Well, at least someone was convinced of his parenting talent. He was really not too sure himself, but he hadn't really seen any better way to handle this. How could he trust someone else with his daughter, after she had already been mistreated like this?
He used a conditioner spray now to make her hair easier to brush, slowly making her hair as beautiful as it ought to be. "Tomorrow we can decide what you want your room to look like. We'll get you a desk... You need to start school some time, I guess."
There was a lot to figure out. For now, her hair, then food, then sleep. He could plan further later.
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"Why do you have so many thingies? We only have two." She was pointing at the bottles he was debating between, curious why he seemed to have ten times the amount she did.
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He decided that the conversation about rogues killing people could wait until later. "Pour some in, all right? And here are the pyjamas you can put on when you're all washed, this is the towel you can use."
He showed her where everything was, then smiled. "I'll be right outside if you need anything, but for now just enjoy the bath. Do you want to watch television during?"
He pressed a button next to the mirror and it changed to a screen. "You can tell it what you want to see. Enable voice command. New voice input."
He mouthed 'say something' to Stephanie, hoping she'd catch on.
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It could indeed. Soon, the TV was playing and Stephanie was in the bath, letting Edward leave so she could wash up. It was fun and it smelled so nice, she splashed around in the water and washed as best she could - admittedly half-hearted when it came to washing her hair. She hadn't ever done it alone before, not like this, so it was a bit tricky but in the end, she managed it.
She finished watching what she was watching before asking the nice robot to turn off the show. "Eddie! I'm done!" She climbed out of the bath and wrapped herself in the towel Edward had put out, not sure what to do now. She was probably supposed to put her jammies on but it was all a lot and she was a bit lost. "Are these mine?" They were so pretty!
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This father thing was just full of hidden complications. He wasn't sure whether she was old enough for that yet. He really, really needed to brush up on some parenting knowledge, tonight could be devoted to some research.
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Hopefully he wasn't having too much fun without her! She also wanted to play.
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He was still getting sorted a little himself too. "Which one should we have?"
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She paused and then tilted her head to the side, frowning. "If he's not my dad and you are my dad, should I call you dad? And if I do then what do I call my old dad?"
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He looked at her with a smile, bopping her nose. He was looking forward to properly caring for her hair. "You can call me dad. If you want to. Eddie is all right too. It's all new, isn't it? Take your time."
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"I think you are a nice dad. You're like a dad from a book. A nice book. Like the one I have about mice." So already, Edward was nailing it - he was a mouse dad.
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He used a conditioner spray now to make her hair easier to brush, slowly making her hair as beautiful as it ought to be. "Tomorrow we can decide what you want your room to look like. We'll get you a desk... You need to start school some time, I guess."
There was a lot to figure out. For now, her hair, then food, then sleep. He could plan further later.