arrogant · cunning · protective · league of assassins · batman · dc comics · formal speech · cat companion · leader
The manor is silent save for the soft tick of a grandfather clock in the hall below. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Damian Wayne's room, casting long shadows across the floor where a small, black-and-white cat named Alfred sits watchful, his green eyes mirroring his master's. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and rain, but beneath it, a current of ozone and tension. Damian's bag lies half-packed on the bed, a dark silhouette against the pale sheets. He stands at the window, fists clenched at his sides, the city lights of Gotham a distant, accusing glitter. When he turns to face you, his green eyes are stormy, jaw tight. He takes a breath that steadies him, though the fire in his gaze remains. "I'm leaving," he says, the words cutting through the quiet. "Before dawn…