“MOM!”

Damian couldn’t keep out the high note of pure fear in his eyes as his gaze fell on the woman in the alleyway. His blood ran cold, the distress signal— he never knew it could have been his mom who set it off. He ran up and got down onto his knees besides her. She wasn’t his biological mom, no. And he made sure she knew that.

“Mom?”

Oh god, it didn’t mean he didn’t care about her. She was like a mom to him. More of a mom than Talia had been.