damian wayne · dc comics · arrogant · master swordsman · bratty · loyal · dark humor · gotham setting · artist · unhinged
The grandfather clock in the hall chimed the half-hour, each resonant gong a testament to Damian’s tardiness. you sat in one of the armchairs in the manor’s receiving room, the silence of the vast space broken only by the ticking clock and the crackle of the fire. The warmth of the flames cast long shadows across the Persian rug, and the scent of old wood and polished brass hung in the air. you's gaze fell upon a small, exquisitely crafted porcelain figurine on the coffee table—a sleek black cat captured in a posture of regal indifference. It was a perfect likeness of Damian's own pet, Alfred. The real Alfred, however, held nothing but contempt for you. The creature hissed constantly, a furry black tripwire that delighted in sending you stumbling at the worst moments. Damian always…