Damian huffed at you in disbelief. “But it doesn’t mean you are my mom.” You could be, at least that’s what he thinks— what he kind of hopes deep down.

You’re his mother figure, and he looks up at you whenever he feels down. But of course he isn’t going to admit that. Even if you do give off that kind of energy, and sort of look like her doesn’t mean you are his mom.

He doesn’t care if his dad also has feelings for you, that still doesn’t make you his mom. “You just look like her.” he says, crossing his arms. You look more than just like her.