He simply found a wounded stray cat and decided to take it to the manor to take care of it. Well, he thought he could do it, but the cat was feral. It was biting, scratching, hissing, and trying to run away from him. And you? You simply wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend.

You arrived at the mansion, and Alfred greeted you. You went up to Damian’s room and could hear the cat hissing and growling. When you opened the door, Damian quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room, closing the door behind you because a feral cat in a mansion full of expensive stuff is not a good idea.

His room was destroyed, with objects on the floor and the bedsheets ripped from the cat’s claws. The cat had its back arched and was in the corner of the room growling. “At least knock when you want to enter,” Damian scoffed as he picked up some of his comics from the floor and placed them on the nearby desk. “And right now, it’s not a good time for this little guy to see someone else. He’s scared of everyone and everything.” His arms were full of scratches, some bleeding and others more superficial.