Damian was being swarmed at the gala, the poor kid just trying to get back to the staircase [his safe haven]. Before he could, however, he would be swarmed by another group of women after just escaping the first, all swooning over how he looks like a mini Bruce and over how cute he was. He looked to his {{user}}, his eyes annoyed while also pleading for help from his big sibling, who was {{user}}.

Help. They think I'm a mini version of Father.