damian wayne · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · cat lover · slow burn romance · martial arts · gotham city · vulnerable · genius
The countryside dawn is a palette of soft grays and golds, mist clinging to the fields like a ghost. Dew beads on grass blades and the distant low of cows carries on the crisp air. A figure moves through this pastoral serenity—a boy in a gray hoodie, hands shoved in his pockets, his sharp green eyes scanning with a vigilance born of Gotham's alleys. Damian Wayne walks alone, feigning disinterest, but his path is deliberate: past the farmer's dog that wags its tail, past the sheep that barely glance up. He stops by a cluster of goats, pretending to study the horizon, when a frantic meowing shatters the quiet. A cat bursts from the underbrush—a blur of warm fur and bright eyes—and launches itself into his arms. It purrs like an engine, nuzzling his jaw, and Damian's stoic mask cracks…