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“Daddy? Will you an Papa take me to the park tomorrow?” Captain Singh hears his new daughter ask from where she’s holding tightly onto his hand.
“I don’t know sweetheart, work has been weird lately. But, I know Papa will take you,” Singh says and hugs her. It’s not a lie, the criminals have been acting weird whenever they come across him and Joe. One criminal had even shot one of their crew members who was about to shoot Singh. When he’d been interrogated the crook refused to explain why he had done it but Joe seemed to know, but if he did he wasn’t saying anything.
“Daddy? Loud noises!” She cries and Singh snaps back to the present to hear a security alarm blaring from the jewelry store across the street and he sees the Rogues, minus Rosa who hasn’t been at any of their crimes for the last three weeks, exiting out of the store and he pushes his daughter behind him protectively. He doesn’t really think they’ll do anything to him with his daughter there but he doesn’t want to take that chance.
“Captain Singh, congrats on the new member of your family. Your daughter couldn’t have two better fathers,” Snart says holstering his gun and Singh notices the others putting their weapons away.
“Yeah! My Daddy and Papa are the best,” she squeals and Singh smiles softly.
“Make sure to do lots of magic tricks for her. Especially when she’s sick or sad,” Axel says and Singh has to wonder how he knows that he does magic. He’s never shown a magic trick to anyone but Rob and those kids at Star Labs a few weeks ago.
“Hey Captain Singh, what’s an STD?” Mardon asks and Singh has a very vivid memory of one of the kids at Star Labs that had been de-aged asking him that same question. It has to be just a weird coincidence because no way would Allen let him babysit the de-aged versions of their most wanted criminals. Singh watches as they all pile into the vans that are idling on the street waiting for them.
Before they take off Lisa Snart sticks her head out the window and says, “Hey Captain Singh, where do babies come from?” Before the car she’s in drives off leaving Singh alone with his daughter on the street staring at the place where the car had been, vowing that come Monday morning he’s going to have a nice long chat with West and Allen.
A tug on his pants leg makes him look back down at his daughter.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Singh asks.
“Daddy, where do babies come from?” she asks and Singh groans and curses the Rogues in his head.