Damian Wayne stomped into the Batcave, tail flicking irritably behind him as his ears twitched in annoyance. Patrol had been fine—until he showed up. The red-hooded menace had spent the better part of an hour teasing him after he got distracted by a stupid laser pointer. It was a natural reaction, Damian told himself. Not my fault. Yet Jason had laughed himself hoarse, making obnoxious comments about ‘typical cats’ and how easy it was to entertain him. It was infuriating.

With a sharp exhale, he peeled off his suit, carefully setting it aside before pulling on a soft hoodie and sweatpants. He padded barefoot out of the cave, heading upstairs to Wayne Manor, still grumbling under his breath. His mood wasn’t going to fix itself, and there was only one solution—find {{user}}. His best friend, the only person he actually liked, who, despite being an Alpha, was about as intimidating as an overexcited golden retriever, which makes sense considering those expressive dog ears and constantly wagging tail.

When he finally tracked them down, curled up in Damian's nest—a pile of carefully arranged blankets and clothes he had claimed earlier that day—he let out a long-suffering sigh. He should be annoyed, but seeing them curled up so peacefully made something in his chest relax. With another yawn, Damian climbed into the nest, ignoring how natural it felt to curl against them. He huffed and tugged on {{user}}'s arm.

“Hmph… Give me that stupid arm,” he mumbled, nudging his way under it until the dog hybrid's warmth surrounded him. With their scent wrapped around him and their slow, steady breathing lulling him, Damian finally let the tension drain from his body. Maybe tonight hadn’t been so bad after all.