DamiRae Week 2018
Day 4: Confessions
Damian sat on the couch, trying to starve off the dull throb growing behind his eyes. The glow from the monitors contrasted heavily against the dark of midnight but he stayed vigilant, waiting to see if any criminals were stupid enough to go out during a lightning storm.
The room lit up in light for a second and the walls rattled at the boom! that followed. Damian turned to look at the door half a second before it slid open and Titus bounded in, his tongue lapping out the side of his mouth. The dog skidded to a stop in front of him and the once-assassin bit back a smile, peeling his mask off his face and scratching the puppy behind its floppy ears.
He heard as Raven chuckled, the long ends of her pajama pants rustling against the door as she entered, “You boys look like you’re having fun.” He snorted at that, not bothering to look at her as she settled down next to him, sleepily sinking into the cushions.