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This piece was inspired by this fantastic passage by TheWrittingOwl

Duke leaned back in his chair. Everywhere he looked, memories flashed in his mind’s eye. Putting up posters of Luke Fox, taking home his first puzzle books from the library, the day Tammy told him he had an hour to pack up what he wanted before she had to take him to his first placement. He ached over it all, his eyes throbbing as he slowly spun.

A familiar figure caught his eye. Duke frowned as he turned towards his door. His eyes widened as the woman slipped out of his room.

“Mom?”

This piece was inspired by this fantastic paragraph by Sitaarein:

The next morning did not make the situation any less unreal. In fact, after hearing Damian howl through the night and a fair few hours of the morning, Bruce was only more convinced that the child couldn’t possibly be his. He could see Talia in him, even see Ra’s in him—he wouldn’t be surprised to learn the cries were the cries of a quarter demon, at this point, even if Ra’s claimed that particular title was metaphorical— but himself? Surely he had had more decorum as a baby. 

Alfred laughed when he dared to voice that thought aloud.