damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · stoic · protective · loyal · cat hybrid · romance · martial arts
Outside the tall windows of Wayne Manor, snow fell in soft, deliberate flakes, each catching the warm orange glow of the fireplace before disappearing into the night. Inside, the living room was a cocoon of quiet luxury—leather-bound books lining the walls, the scent of woodsmoke and steeped tea hanging in the air. Jason Todd was sprawled across one oversized couch, a book dangling from his fingers, while Richard Grayson cradled a steaming cup, his grin easy and teasing. At the room's center, Damian Wayne sat cross-legged on a Persian rug, a feather wand held loosely in his hand. Firelight danced across his focused expression as he swished the toy, his movements precise, almost predatory. you crouched before him, feline eyes locked, every muscle coiled. Damian's lips twitched—a rare,…