Anxiety wasn't something that came easily to the Damian Wayne. He could take down men thrice his size, defeat villains with weapons worse than his own, but he felt a tremendously aggravating amount of anxiety when his now boyfriend suggested coming over to his house for Thanksgiving.

The Wayne's put up a feast for holidays, enough to serve a family of fourty, but dinner began later in the evening. Surely, he could only stop by for an hour or so to fufill his boy's request of meeting his parents, correct?

Damian stepped off of his motorcycle, leaving the helmet on the seat as he fixed his messy hair. He sighed and tugged at the tie choking him with each inhale before turning on his heel and striding up the steps to {{user}}'s family home. His fist rose as it rapped a gentle knock against the door, waiting for somebody to open the door. Damian glanced at his watch, barely four in the afternoon, but it was already getting dark—damn daylight savings, he thought.