i will hold you, and protect you...

[greatdeliverer]

What: Sam, Lou, and OPEN to visitors
Where: Sam's Apartment
When: Second week of June
Warnings: N/A, will update if needed



He honestly can't believe it. Ever since he really got to know his BB unit, he knew, he knew who it was. That this was Lou, who he thought he'd lost so long ago. If asked, he couldn't tell you how he knew it was her. DOOMs, maybe. Or just fatherly instinct. Or a mix of both.

It doesn't matter now. What matters is that she's here, in his arms. And he is never letting her go.

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[greatdeliverer]

Sam's been doing some chores while Lou's been down for a nap. He'd let the apartment get a little disorganized in the first couple weeks of having Lou out of her pod, and it's driving him crazy. He likes a clean house.

He hears the knock on the door, and Lou fusses a little in her crib, but it's about time for her to wake up, anyway. So he answers the door with a tired but genuine smile. "Hey, Bruce. Good to see you. Usually I'm the one making deliveries," he says, gesturing to the package. "Come on in."

[menarebrave]

"Sam." Bruce nods in greeting.

Sometimes it does pay off to be one of the most recognizable faces in town. It means that even if he holes up for a few weeks, everyone knows who he is and won't ask too many questions. He gives a bit of a smirk at the comment before stepping inside.

"It's a little odd to be delivering a package to your daughter, isn't it?" He offers easily. "You and your daughter that is."

[greatdeliverer]

"She was with me on a lot of deliveries. And now she's getting things delivered to her." He gestures to the two pieces of art on the wall above Lou's crib; one from Gwen, and one from Miles. It's so cool, how supportive people are being of them. He knows he wouldn't -- couldn't have found support like this at home. Maybe, maybe with Deadman or Heartman, but even there he's not sure.

[menarebrave]

"I think that's what they call positive karma." Bruce glances at the art pieces. He recognizes Miles artistic flare anywhere. It's good to see that the young hero is going to bring his art to the people who need it.

Bruce nods in approval before handing the present to Sam. "Maybe open it once she's awake."

[greatdeliverer]

"I should wake her up from her nap anyway, or she'll never sleep tonight. Then you can meet her properly, if you want."

Sam reaches down into the crib and strokes the top of Lou's head lightly, tickling her little cheek. "Hey you. About time to get up, sleepyhead."

[menarebrave]

Bruce nods if that's what Sam decides to do. He takes a few steps over to Sam and Lou, hands in his pockets, eyes falling down to the child resting in the crib. He gives a smile despite himself. It's not often he gets to see basically a newborn.

"Has she had an issues adjusting to outside the pod?"

[greatdeliverer]

Sam picks her up and settles her against her chest, where Lou makes some sleepy noises as she starts waking up a little. "I was worried she would, but she's a strong kid. She's taking her bottle just fine. Sleeps a couple hours at a time. She wakes up during the night a few times, but usually she falls back to sleep pretty quickly after I feed her. And sing to her." He smiles and kisses the top of Lou's head, her little duck fluff hair. "Surprised my singing doesn't make her cry."

[menarebrave]

"Sounds like a normal baby from everything I've heard." Bruce can't say he's ever raised someone from the age that Lou is. Dick was adopted as an early teen. But, he won't be sharing that story. There's no need to dishearten the nearly made parent after all. "She's used to your voice. Talking or not singing to her might be weirder for her."

[greatdeliverer]

"Oh yeah, I'd talk to her all the time when we were on delivery trips together. Hey kid, you doing okay, that sorta thing. I'd rock her, when the terrain was rough and all the jumping around was making her upset.

Taking care of her outside of the pod isn't much different. I just have to feed her, change diapers, that sort of thing."

[menarebrave]

Bruce still finds the notion of taking a baby on a delivery trip strange. Then again, it isn't the oddest thing he's heard of since his time being in this joined multiverse hell. If it wasn't for the concept of rain speeding upt he decay of whatever it touches? He'd almost think Sam's universe was normal compared to his own.

"I take it that her development is going to be normal? Unless it's normal for a baby in her situation to be removed from her... pod."

[greatdeliverer]

"It should be. She should start growing like a normal kid, soon enough. She's already gaining a little weight, now that she's eating real food. Well -- formula, but better than what the tube was giving her.

I uh -- " Sam swallows, staring at the art on the wall rather than at Bruce. "I was in one of those things. First few months of my life. Born two months too early. And I turned out okay, relatively speaking."