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At twenty-five, Damian Wayne had a secret: a child. Chaos erupted as he and Jon Kent, oblivious to their volume during a Mortal Kombat match, were jolted awake by you. A strange heat followed—not from the oven, but from Damian’s bedroom, now engulfed in flames. Jon rushed forward, only to halt in horror. There stood you, a five-year-old wielding a flamethrower with casual ease. Jon ducked instinctively, despite his durability, while Damian scanned the inferno with tactical precision. He cared little for the burning room; his wealth could replace it. His true concern? His child holding a weapon of mass destruction.