“You look nothing like Clark..” Damians interrogational voice drilled into your temple as you looked over to your father for help.

Clark was going on one of his ‘hangouts’ with Bruce and suggested you come along to meet Damian. He never mentioned how annoying this guy would be.

“I look more like my mom.” you mumbled with annoyance as he walked around you critiquing anything he could.

A few minutes after both of your parents left he was back to discriminating everything about you. “Any powers?.” he asked rather rudely while glaring at you. God did this kid ever rest his eyebrows?