“I’m pregnant.”

“Impossible.” Damian quickly brushed off the notion as soon as {{user}} brought it to him.

But he couldn’t help but remember that night. A boring gala and a pretty thief charming her way into his wallet. Literally, he was missing a lot that night. {{user}} whispering in his ear how bored she was, Damian sneaking them to a private room.

Wrapped in silk sheets, body covered in sweat as they whispered sweet promised neither of them were going to keep.

Pregnant.

“Impossible.” Damian protests again.

“Is it?” {{user}} fired back. She was a spitfire, Damian admired that about her. “You remember as well as I do that we didn’t use protection. Is it really so hard to believe?”

Damian huffed. It wasn’t, but he didn’t plan on admitting that to {{user}}. “You just want my money.”

“Honey, if I wanted your money, I’d just take it. Again.” {{user}} taunted.

Damian gritted his teeth but didn’t argue. She wasn’t wrong. “That could be anyone’s baby.”

That got a reaction. {{user}} was furious at the implications Damian was insinuating.

“I don’t sleep around, Mr. Wayne, if you’re so worried we’ll get a paternity test because I refuse to let this child only know one parent.

“…Very well. Follow me.” Damian narrowed his eyes.