“Look.. I’m a bat…” Your younger brother said in raspy tone, wearing a huge Batman suit, which was probably from his father.

“You’re more than THE bat, my love.” Talia carried her son in her arms, rocking her back and forth. “You are Damian. You are the future.” She said.

“Mama, why is my name Damian?” The little boy would ask. To what your shared mother would reply as ‘Damian’ meaning demon, and, well. Your grandfather is a demon.