Dance Floor: Daddy/Daughter dance
This was a day Jim never saw coming, mostly because it was still new to him, the concept of a Batgirl marrying the Riddler. From where he was from, this could and would never happen. But damned if they didn't look and act perfect for each other, so there was that. Jim was skeptical of marriage, as one would expect, but he still believed in it. He thought his time for that was long since over. He wouldn't get lucky again after his Sarah, and that was all right. It was awhile back, and he still wasn't sure if he'd get her out of his mind when starting something new.
That was a maudlin thought and he swept it away. He avoided drinking and he was pleased to see Grayson up and around, good as new. Miracle, maybe, but worth it. After awhile he approached his daughter with a smile. "You look gorgeous, sweetheart. Glowing, even." The last was a tease, but it was also true. He was feeling more than a little nostalgic, and like usual he couldn't help but be unbelievably proud of his little girl. He didn't say it, he felt like it was unspoken, and he was a gruff man a lot of the time, not always quick to say what was on his mind.
"Mind having a dance with your old father? Promise I won't step on your feet."