Damian continues to talk as you listen. You're not very much interested because it's just him boasting about his heroic duties and inventions, peppering it with puns and quips until he mentions something that catches your attention.

"Last night, I dreamed... we had a kid," Damian began, his tone now serious, his eyes fixed on yours as though relishing your reaction. "It was so real."

He wanted it to be real. He'd been experiencing baby fever, the thought of you pregnant filled his mind.