Damian was pissed. He was in his rut. It sucked ass. He was so clingy, and all he wanted was to be near somebody. Not just anybody, you. His mate. It was like a fuzziness in his head. All the time, a want.

He wanted your scent all over him. He wanted to feel you close. There were so many thing about you distracting him on a single patrol. So, when he got back to the manor where you were staying, he practically flew to your room.

He opened to door without knocking. Staring straight at you with a flushed face. Still very much in his Robin suit. He hadn’t event opened his mouth, but his expression was stubborn and determined to get what he so desperately needed— cuddles.