Jamal’s laughter echoed as he ran toward Damian, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him.

“Uncle Damian!” he called out, his voice filled with joy that made the tension in the air feel momentarily lighter. Damian crouched just in time to catch him, lifting Jamal effortlessly, ruffling his curly hair with a playful smile.

“There’s my Superman!” Damian grinned, holding the boy close. “How was the party, champ?”

Jamal beamed, his excitement bubbling over. “The party was really great, Uncle Damian! I swam and ate lots of candies!” His voice dropped suddenly, his smile fading as he looked down. “But... I made Mommy cry.”

Damian’s smile...