Prompt: kate1zena on Ao3 wrote this one. As I mentioned on "Memento Mori" we've been doing some collab, so this was all hers. x)

Lian: 13

Roy: 35

"Pumpkin, come on, it's time for lunch!" Roy called out as he took out two bowls, two spoons, a box of Trixter cereal, and milk.

"Daddy, I am not a pumpkin! How many times do I have to tell you that!" Lian complained as she popped herself up onto a bar stool at the kitchen peninsula. She set down a pieces of paper before she took the proffered bowl and spoon from her dad, poured herself a bowl of cereal and added milk to it.

"Lian, what do have you there?" Roy asked curiously, sitting across from her.

Lian grinned and brought the papers closer to her, "It's Daddy's List!"

A ginger eyebrow lifted. "For?"

"Dating people!" she replied enthusiastically as she inhaled her cereal.

Roy took a deep breath in and let it all out. Where did Lian get this controlling behavior? Oh wait...now he remembered. Damn that woman.

"Go ahead, Lian. Out with it."

Lian pushed her empty bowl out of the way and brought the papers in front of her. She had written her list in varying shades of blue and red gel pens. She readjusted herself in her seat and tightened her ponytail - because Daddy just could not braid like Jay - before she began.

"Number one: no girls."

"WHAT? What do you mean no girls, pumpkin? I happen to like girls, as well as guys."

Lian gave her father what could only be called a Batglare and replied, "Yep, Dad, I know. And how have all of those turned out?"

Roy stared at his kid, dumbfounded. How did she know about how his relationship with her mother ended? Kori? The other girls he made sure did not come to his apartment? Oh, his girl was most definitely sneaky.

"Besides, a baby in the house? Ewwwwwww."

"Fine, you have a point there. Go on," Roy said, pouring himself another bowl of Trixter.

"Number two: Must be a vigilante. I won't listen to another message asking where you are during prime vigilante hours. It's depressing. Number three, he must have a good ass."

"What did I tell you about swearing, young lady?" he said sternly, pointing his finger at her/

"But-"

"No buts. I don't care if I swear or Gramps swears or anyone else swears, you are not swearing until you are 30."

"Fifteen."

"25."

"20."

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine," she whined.

"What was the next thing on that list of yours?" he asked, taking the bowls and spoons to the sink.

She sighed, and lifted the sheet up, "Number four: He can cook, unlike someone else I know." She pointedly looked at her father.

"Hey! I haven't burned the house down like Jason! He once burned one of our safe houses down when we were younger. Give me some credit, kid," Roy replied, bopping her on the nose with a barbeque tongs as he unloaded the dishwasher.

"Number five, he can braid my hair." Roy lifted an eyebrow; this guy was starting to sound familiar. She flipped to the next page.

"Number six, he must live in Gotham. Number seven, he must like red and blue. Number eight -"

"Wait, you just want me to be with Dick and Jason, don't you, pumpkin?" Roy asked smugly, hands on his hips, having caught on.

"BINGO," she smile, grinning like the devil, "and I told you, I'm not a pumpkin."

"But, what if Jay and Dick decide they don't want me in their relationship anymore, then what?" he asked seriously.

"You'll just have to beat them over the heads for being idiots, Daddy."