What did he know of wolves?

They travel in packs.

Yet, Damian observes, the man who snores without a care in this world had no pack to be seen.

They are territorial.

Damian has already trespassed upon this officer's territory.

Damian stares even as the sun rises and peeks through the curtains.

The light is unwelcome.

His shadow though flickers, ready to release it's glamour to bathe in the sun's glory, but Damian does not allow it. It would be a danger to him if he did. The shadow, though upset, appreciates the confidence Damian takes upon him.

Just as his mother taught.

The officer groans.

He wakes.

He lifts himself to a sitting position and he scratches his head in his drowsiness. He glances once at Damian, making sure he was still there and then decides to get up.

His foot hits an empty bowl on the floor.

"You ate the cereal?" The man looks pleased. The man is not too surprised to see no reaction from Damian but perhaps it is because he has already grown acquainted with Damian's strange mannerisms. It must be strange to a uncultured werewolf.

Damian stands up, grabbing the kitten that had been sleeping peacefully in his lap.

The kitten mewls at the sudden jolt.

Damian feels guilt.

He does not let it show on his face.

"Think you could go for another bowl?"

Damian would not. Staying here any longer was dangerous.

He must leave.

And so he makes his way to the door.

The officer has the audacity to get in his way. It is not something Damian appreciates. Yet, there he stands, with a grip around his wrist. Anger fuels his soul and he whips around with his blood boiling. He snatches his wrist from the man's hand and gives him the hardest glare he could manage. His glare is something the officer cannot see but Damian did not care. His turn alone should display his disgust with the officer's actions.

The officer raises his hands in surrender.

"Hey, look, you can't go out by yourself," the officer insists, "Gotham is dangerous. Well, I'm sure you knew that already, but it's not a place for even street rats like you."

Damian was no street rat.

He was the Al Ghul heir.

Damian thinks that this man keeps him here to turn him in.

Then Damian remembers what his mother tells him of werewolves.

"They choose their pack."

Damian knew he had to leave now.

Damian makes his move toward the door again. The officer moves to block him and Damian snarls. He charges forward at the man, sending a flying kick to his gut, and the officer is surprised at such a bold move. However, the officer is not as incompetent as Damian believed him to be, and he actually blocks it.

Damian jumps a few inches back to assess his keeper.

"I don't want to keep you here by force," the officer says calmly, "but I'll admit. You smell awfully like someone I know and…"

And Damian didn't need to hear another word.

A knock on the door.

He can feel it before he can see it. His shadow shivers. It feels it too.

Another mewl from his kitten friend.

The officer gives him one last regarding look before turning around to open the door.

Damian's father stands there.

Damian's heart trembles.