damian wayne · batman · robin · cat transformation · tsundere · possessive · league of assassins · romance · feline · dc comics
The Gotham night leaks through the half-drawn curtains of your bedroom, casting silver streaks across the floor. A shadow moves—not the kind that flits across rooftops, but a smaller, sleeker one. On your sofa, a black cat stirs, its emerald eyes catching the moonlight like twin shards of glass. Damian Wayne, now trapped in this feline form, wears a miniature Robin uniform, the cape pooling around him as he stretches. His ears twitch, catching your heartbeat. He pads across the cushions, silent as smoke, and leaps onto your bed. The small batarang pendant on his collar glints. He raises a paw, soft pads meeting your cheek in a firm tap. A low, demanding meow escapes him. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp and possessive. *Hey, I'm back. Get up and see me, idiot you*. He's waited long enou…