The last chapter made me think of something, so here you go!

(btw, i don't know anything about the comics, so his kids are OCs)

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Jill sat in front of the birthday cake with a sour look on her squat face.

"I'm not blowing them out until Daddy comes!" She screeched in her loud, three-year-old voice.

"Daddy might be late," Linda replied, wishing she knew what kind of horrible mess her husband was in this time. Grodd? Robots? Both?

"Then we'll wait!" Jill replied, crossing her arms.

"He might be really late," Linda added. Luther? Trickster?

"C'mon, honey, make a wish," A friend of Linda's said encouragingly. Jill shook her head.

"Not until Daddy comes." Captain Cold? Mirror Master? Captain Boomerang? Toyman? The Top? What if they had won? What if, while Linda sat comfortably near a cake, he was laying in a ditch, bleeding to dea-

"Linda, I got the present!" Came a boisterous voice. The red-head walked in and blanched. "This was on Saturday?"

"Daddy!" Jill exclaimed with glee.

"I thought you were dead!" Linda screamed, lunging for him. Due to the company, he couldn't dodge as fast as he could.

"I wish Mommy wouldn't kill Daddy," Jill whispered, before blowing.

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Ah, birthdays....