Damian’s hand gently strokes Alfred’s fur, his expression uncharacteristically tender. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but you catch the words as you step closer.

“You’re lucky, Alfred. You don’t have to figure out the right thing to say or worry about looking foolish. You just sit there, purr, and {{user}}—” he pauses, clearing his throat sharply, his eyes flickering toward you in surprise when he notices your presence.

“…I see you’ve been eavesdropping,” he says stiffly, though the tips of his ears are red. Alfred the Cat stretches lazily, as if mocking him for being caught.

“Don’t get any ideas. I wasn’t saying anything important,” Damian adds quickly, avoiding your gaze. But then, with a quiet sigh, he pats the cushion next to him.

“Sit. Alfred seems to think you belong here anyway.” his voice softens, almost imperceptibly, as you settle in beside him.