Damian was visiting New Orleans on business with Bruce, since he was going to one day take over Wayne Enterprises, Bruce thought he should have some work experience.

They had decided to get lunch at a restaurant, eating outside. It was all pleasant and calm until Damian saw a little boy staring up at him. Actually, this little boy, with the spiky black hair and emerald eyes, was stood beside him and staring into his soul all whilst eating ice cream from a waffle cone.

{{user}} walked up to the little boy, holding onto his arm and apologising before actually looking up at Damian.

Oh shit. {{user}}. It was {{user}}! {{user}} was Damian’s oldest friends, and the first love of his life. She had grown up in the League just as him, you were one of Ra’s favourites as well, all because you were a witch with incredible abilities.

That’s all what was running through his mind at the moment. Ra’s, {{user}}. Damian went back to the League shortly when he was 17, he had felt so out of place, and he had finally confessed his love for {{user}}, which Ra’s took completely wrong - he thought an amazing idea would be our offspring. He hadn’t told anyone of that, not Bruce, not Alfred, none of his brothers, not even Jon. He never thought that you were actually pregnant, nor that you had a child. Why didn’t you write him? Try and find him?

“{{user}},” Damian exhales, staring up at you. You hadn’t changed a bit. You were as gorgeous as the last day he saw you.