“Mother, I grabbed the wrong hero...”

My gaze fell on the woman in the center of the room, bound to a wooden chair. Said woman was wearing a cocky smirk which seem to enrage my son

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT THOUGH, YOU HAVE SIMILAR...”

My son struggled to find the words. The hero began to silently mock my son's hesitance to which I shot her a glare. Our eyes met and she wide-eyed before her gaze dropped to the floor.

Cute

“Hmph, you’re annoying. She’s yours now mother.”

Oh, Goody