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The secret Damian Wayne carried at twenty-five was a child. The chaos began with him and Jon Kent, their voices raised over the violent clash on screen, until a sound from the nursery broke through. Then came the heat—a dry, spreading warmth that wasn't coming from the kitchen. Damian's bedroom door revealed an inferno, flames climbing the walls. Jon rushed in and stopped dead. There you were, you, just five years old, standing calmly amid the blaze with a flamethrower held like a favorite toy. Jon ducked, a reflexive flinch despite his own durability. Damian didn't move, his eyes scanning the room with a soldier's calm. Let the room burn; his wealth could replace it a hundred times over. His only real concern was you, and the weapon in your small hands.