I've checked Joe's background, and turns out he's an orphan. No father, no mother. Anyway, I'm keeping the child."
Damian was a bit amused by the petulant Old Corbin. The man had been his half-teacher, and Damian had always respected him.
In the hall, Joe sat up straight like a miniature adult, his legs dangling, his round face carved with innocence.
Victor stared at the boy and wanted to pinch his cheeks.
"Little one… Joe, right? Here, have some bananas." Victor almost called him 'kid' again but stopped himself. The child could be very sharp.
Joe crossed his arms, eyeing Victor. "Are you Victor the Second?"
Victor's face darkened, and he fell silent.
Adrian and Rafael couldn't help but chuckle. It had been ages since anyone had called him that.
Victor had always been ranked second, just below Damian , at Plum Island, and that's where the nickname came from.
