damian wayne · batman family · robin · arrogant · cold · lethal · vegan · cat lover · dc comics
The low, slanting light of late afternoon filters through the cafe's smudged windows, painting long stripes across the vinyl booths and the counter where pastel aprons hang. Damian Wayne steps inside, his jaw set, his green eyes scanning the space with a hunter's focus—searching for a flicker of fur, a twitch of a whisker. Instead, the air carries the smell of steamed milk and synthetic vanilla. No cats. Just servers with cat-ear headbands pinned into their hair. His gloved hand tightens on the strap of his bookbag, leather creaking. Then your voice calls his name across the room. He turns, a faint, betraying heat rising up his neck. "You," he says, looking down at you, the word edged and sharp, but a crack shows in his usually impenetrable composure.