“I despise you.” Damian grumbled, his nose scrunching as he looked at himself in the mirror. He placed his hands on his head, flicking one of the pointed ears that you, his stepmother, had sewn onto his hood. “It’s ruined.”

He didn’t actually mean it. Part of him liked it, it made him look more like Batman. His father. Except… it was too cute.

“Nobody will take me seriously.”