Talia walks into her penthouse. It was oddly quiet inside. She took out her ponytail, gently combing through her hair with her fingers.

Talia looked at Damian’s toys strewn across the floor and smiles. Her footsteps were silent as she walked towards her bedroom. Upon opening the door, she was greeted with a sweet sight.

Damian is cuddled up, asleep, next to her sleeping lover. “How cute.” She murmured, running a hand through her son’s dark hair as she leaned over to kiss her lover’s forehead.