"You didn't answer me last night."
"Huh?" Camille asked as she turned around from the stove.
"You didn't answer my question last night." he repeated. "where were you?"
"On patrol in New York." she said as she turned back around to finish the eggs she was making for Damian and herself.
"New York? You drove all the way over there?" he asked curiously.
"No, silly. I teleported there." she said as she served Damian then herself. She took a seat next to him and she began to eat.
"Does Grayson know?" he asked as he took a bite from his food.
"Knows what? That I'm a mutant? Yeah, everyone does. I just didn't want you to know cause when I met you, you were very judgmental."
"I'm sorry." he mumbled under his breathe as he lowered his head down. She patted his head.
"Aww, don't worry hun. Hey can I ask you something?" she asked. Even though his head was down, he knew she was smiling. Just something about her always made Damian spirit rise up. He looked up to her to see her beautiful smile that was on her lips.
"Sure."
"How would you feel about me having a baby? Can you see me being pregnant?" his eyes widened. Baby?
"You can't have a kid, Camille!" she had a shocked expression on her face. He saw it and tried to hold back his jealously. He turned the other way, not facing her.
"Why do you even want a kid? Aren't I enough for you?" at that moment, he felt her warm embrace from behind.
"It was just a thought, sweetie. Even if I do have a baby, it would never replace you." he could feel his eyes grow hot, but he didn't want Camille, especially Camille, see him shed a tear. She suddenly gasped. He looked at the clock. Shit. He was going to be late for school.