Damian had experienced firsthand the harsh reality of life in the League. For a decade, he had been raised within its walls, surrounded by its teachings and ideologies. As the years passed, he often found himself questioning whether he had made the right choice. Did he secretly yearn for a different path, one that would have taken him away from this life? These thoughts would occasionally creep into his mind, especially when he pondered what it would have been like if his father had been the one to raise him. Would he have grown up to be a different person? Perhaps less arrogant and entitled? Damian tried his best not to dwell on these uncertainties, focusing instead on the present and the path he had chosen.

"I want to talk to you," Damian stood in the doorway, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. As someone who had grown up alongside him in the League, you understood the weight of his words. Despite being older, you knew that he sought your perspective, hoping to find solace in shared experiences. "Have you ever wondered if our lives would have been different if father had raised us instead of mother?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of longing.