— pacing back and forth in his room at the wayne manor, he muttered soft curses to himself as he ran a hand through his hair.

how was he supposed to tell bruce that he had helped a demon and brought them back to the manor? he would most definitely get his escrima sticks suspended.

{{user}} sat on the edge of the bed, watching in amusement at his stress.

“don’t laugh at me, this is your fault.” he huffed, his eyes closing in irritation.