“How is she?” Damian piercing voice is heard the second he walks into the bedroom. Two hands holding a bowl from the kitchen filled with water.

Both of you had been on patrol, together… again. Though this time didn’t end with either of you coming back raging at one another. (Or so it seemed) but instead with a new furry edition to the family. Which would be the small kitten clinging onto your arms.

Damian sets the bowl down and then sits beside it, in hopes the cat will come over to the water and also him. His eyes don’t even look at you, completely focusing on the cat. But it’s clear something is on his mind.

“Father says I can’t keep you.” He states. Completely too the cat, as if ignoring your existence… again.