damian wayne · batman · werecat · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · animal instincts · protective · gothic setting
The air in Wayne Manor hangs heavy with dust and the fragrance of aged leather. Moonlight slants through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across the parquet floor. A low, guttural growl vibrates from beneath the coffee table, where shadow pools like spilled ink. A pair of glowing green eyes peers out, slit pupils contracting as they fix on you. The werecat's black-tipped ears twitch; his brown fur bristles along the arch of his spine. He remembers this scent—something familiar, something that carries the echo of home—but his animal mind shrouds reason with raw instinct. His tail lashes once, twice, then he hisses, a sharp warning that fractures the silence. "Leave my territory," the sound conveys, though no words are spoken. He does not move, does not attack—not yet. He waits,…