Rip and Miranda knew they couldn't shield their son from the war forever. They were in the kitchen having a passionate discussion on the continuing welfare of Jonas when Rip lost his temper. It was the middle of the night and unbeknownst to them; their voices had woken up little Jonas. Rip was furiously stomping his way towards the front door when he felt a gentle tug at his trousers. Jonas stood in his pajamas holding one of his bedtime books. Rip's anger melted as he kneeled down to be a Jonas' eye level.
"Daddy?" Jonas whispered. "Are you fighting because of me?"
"What? No, of course not." Rip replied. "We love you, we love you so much." Rip hugged his son tightly. "I woke you up, didn't I? I'm sorry for yelling. I shouldn't have done that."
"Apologize to mummy." Jonas spoke with a sternness that mirrored his father's.
Rip couldn't help but chuckle. "I certainly will." He picked up his son and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "Alright, back to bed." He carried Jonas back to his room and tucked him in.
"Read me this." Jonas held up his storybook.
Rip looked it over. "21st Century Legends." He sat down beside his son on the bed and opened up to where they had left off. "The Canary." Rip read.
"She's my favorite." Jonas replied.
"I did my dissertation on the League of Assassins" Rip smiled. "I think The Canary is pretty interesting as well." He read till Jonas fell asleep. Rip walked out of his son's room to find Miranda waiting for him in the hallway with her arms crossed. "Miranda... I'm sorry... I.."
"I'm over it." She began to smile. "You know..." She leans in close to him as she whispers. "Maybe we should go on a little getaway. Just a quick holiday from all this."
"Where to?" Rip put his hands around his wife's hips.
"We never did have a proper honeymoon." Miranda kissed him softly.
"We never did have a proper wedding." Rip replied with a chuckle.
"Still want to make an honest woman out of me?" She moved her hands over Rip's shoulders.
Rip smiled. "Well, I wouldn't want to tie you down."
Miranda tugged at his collar and brought him in for a passionate kiss. They made their way back to their bedroom as quietly as they could to not wake Jonas. It was decided that they would leave Jonas in the care of Rip's adoptive mother for a few days while they take their little wedding/honeymoon trip. How they planned on taking said trip was another story.
Rip snuck her into the Waverider and plotted a course for the 1920's. He thought about the little chapel but he knew he couldn't go back to the 1860's so close to where he time drifted. They had a proper wedding ceremony and headed back home to 2166. For Jonas, they'd only been gone a day.
The following months saw the city of London turning into a war zone. It was the worst attack on British soil since the Blitz of the 1940's. Rip asked the time masters if there was anything that could be done but they would not allow any alterations to the timeline. They instead kept him busy with missions while Miranda and Jonas were left to fend for themselves in a war zone. After two weeks, a frantic looking Rip came home and started packing their things. "We have to go now!"
"We have the bunker, we'll be safe." Miranda replied.
"No you won't." Rip looked like he was about to break down and cry.
Miranda understood, he'd seen something. "Jonas?" She asked.
Rip shook his head no and began to cry. Miranda held him close. Jonas entered the and added himself to the hug. "What's the matter, daddy?"
His father knelt down at eye level and kissed his forehead. "We have to go to keep you safe." Just as he spoke, the walls shook from bomb blast. They ran out the door towards the waverider waiting outside but they were ambushed by Savage's soldiers. They shot Miranda and Jonas and quickly retreated. "No!" Rip ran to them. "Not again, please!" He'd already seen them die once; now it was happening again. He ran back to Druce and the time council for help.
"You've brought this upon yourself." Druce replied "This is why we don't form attachments, Captain. Or should I even call you a captain anymore? I hereby strip you of your title as Time Master."
"Well, I can't just sit by and let them die." Rip held back tears.
"People die every day. As a former time master, you ought to know this." Druce explained. "We can't go around saving every person who's ever died." He took a deep breath and tried to seem sympathetic. "Look, I understand you're hurting but there is nothing we can do.
Rip left the room without a final word. He took the Waverider even though he'd been officially sacked and piloting a time machine was now illegal for him to do. "Gideon! Show me other possible extraction points for Miranda and Jonas."
"We could travel to three days prior but the chances are quite slim, Captain." Gideon replied.
"Set the course, Gideon." Rip strapped himself in. He made multiple attempts but all ended in Miranda and Jonas' death in the end. After seeing them die so many times, Rip decided the best course was to stop the man who started it all, Vandal Savage. Rip ran back to the site of him home, now a pile of rubble. He saw Jonas' book on 21st century Legends and took it with him. He would prove the Time Master's wrong. Attachments weren't a weakness and he would prove that love would win in the end.