5

"Taddy?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I have a secret superhero question"

Ianto settled back from the book he was reading to look down at the little child, all in black with a strangely shocking bright red necklace on like a dog collar. He wondered if Babs knew that was gone from her jewellery collection, that choker one of her favourites. Like a thick choker of rubies. Like… several thousand dollars worth of bling.

"Yes love? Does Sissy know you have that?"

"Yes, she said I could borrow it" he replied "Until you get me a better one."

Ianto blinked at his daughter's cheek, and then smiled softly as he sighed "Ah. Maybe Daddy can do that? Might feel more a part of your superhero missions? Like.. Alfred?"

"You are Alfred"

"True…" Ianto tried to think quickly "but Daddy needs to be special too .. he was Heddlu right? Like … a cop… so … more like the Chief?"

Hawn nodded, this making sense.

"Well … Commissioner Gordon got the Bat Light right? So … Daddy is our Security Man so … he needs to get you special things too" Ianto reasoned and Hawk conceded that it made sense.

"I shall tell Dadda" Hawk said with a sniff, then frowned "But maybe… should I do that? Or should Captain Kitty Hawk write him a note? Can I?"

"Maybe if Alfred whispers it in his ear, less way spies can get hold of the information. Writing it down can leave a trail" Ianto winked as he tapped his nose and Hawk pointed at him with agreement.

"Cool. OK, I have to go now. It's time for Mister Meow's scratch" Hawk sniffed, stalking outside where Tank was waiting for the child. Ianto watched Hawk crawl up the man's body like a limpet to hang around his neck, the man then causally walking towards the village and the Big Rock 'Rocky' that Ton loves so much in the back field where the cat suns himself of an afternoon.

Ianto shook his head as he wondered if Jack was right. Hawk was a little spoiled.

But then … he is so damned cute with those ears.

Ianto hummed as he headed back to his book and the last little time he had before the school snake heads home with hungry babies needing red plates overflowing.

Hawk has his own things to do, such a forward little man.

A Harkness-Jones loose on the world.

Gods help them all.