damian was a kid well over twelve, and a snarky mouth like no other. he didn’t know how to act around most kids age, actually he didn’t know how to act around anyone at all. he was trained to be a weapon, not a lover!

one uneventful evening, his father brought over yet another unwelcoming guest to their manor. “Tt…“ he’d tsk, and unfortunately for the arrogant son, he had to meet them.

a woman well over thirty, beautiful hair and features, but it didn’t have damian impressed. and that was when his father told him, the woman had a child, and brought it with her! of course she did…