Hey this is to Zales who I was talking to about cats one day and i thought hey a cat story, why not
Also as usual i dont own any of the character etc :( i wish!
I am currently walking home because that is my preference, I feel freer when I am allowed to do things alone, not that I would allow anyone to tell me what I can and cannot do (especially Pennyworth), however I find the fact that Father has told me he trusts me… gratifying. I have had the most abominable day! All of those students are immature and whiny, not one of them could hold a decent conversation with me, all of them preferring to 'play' or look at me strangely and dare to question what I was talking about, I should have known not one of those people would have the brain capacity to understand let alone answer back or dare I say, comment. Colin Wilkes is the only likable human in the entire school, and even he makes me want to pull my hair out at least twice a day from frustration.
Those teachers lack the knowledge to teach, I gave a few suggestions, just to help them when they looked lost and they sent me out of the classroom, as if it's my fault that I am far more knowledgeable then they are. Tt, if they gave me half a chance to teach, I am sure those children would learn more in five minutes then they ever could in a year with someone so incompetent, perhaps I should bring it up with the principal, I'm sure I could convince him that I am a far more superior choice than those mentally deficient so called teachers.
If I continue walking at this pace without the aid of transportation, I should arrive home in an hour, perhaps an hour and a half if I wish to stop off at Todd's apartment; my initial judgement of his skills being inefficient based on his past isn't completely justified but nor is it completely unjustified, time will tell if he is worthy of coming back into my father's home regardless of what my father believes of him. I sometimes worry about Fathers mental health, the decisions he makes are questionable at times and I wonder if years of being Gotham's protector has finally gotten to him, but he doesn't seem to believe my concerns are valid, much to my displeasure. Still, at least when Todd decides to show up at the Manor he doesn't have the same infernal habit of touching me as Grayson seems to have.
I continue walking through the streets, deciding not to do Todd the honour of walking into the disgusting disarray he calls an apartment although he's probably at the bakery gorging himself on bread with Fatgirl. I continue on through the streets, seemingly a ten year old child unaware of his surroundings as he listens to music, when in reality I see and notice everything which is why I turn into an alleyway that looks of no consequence and turn my headphones off, preparing for battle.
"Hey, leave that cat alone!" I shout at the three male teenagers who are abusing the poor animal. Judging from the size, its age can't be more than one, very thin and unkempt but generally desirable and of American Shorthair breed. Its colour is of course black and the fur looks to be quite silky, making it quite attractive, which is why I don't understand how they could target an innocent creature, its golden eyes look at them with fear. They all turn around, but upon realising my size one of them laughs at me and I scowl back at him.
"Piss off kid, this has nothing to do with you," the one that laughed at me says.
"Yeah go back to your rich parents!" The one holding the cat by the scruff of the neck yells. I should congratulate him on his remarkable detective skills for being able to do something as simple as look at my clothing. I grin at them viciously; this is going to be fun.
I take off my bag and run toward them and dodge the boy's attack that is furthest from the cat, grabbing a stick and belting him with it in seemingly no sequence or rhythms, making my attacks seem random and unskilled but I still manage to beat him into unconsciousness in a matter of seconds, tt! The stick breaks and I grab both pieces to attack my next opponent. He swings at me a couple of times but unfortunately for him, he's slower than Fatgirl.
"That's pathetic, I could of beaten you to death at the age of three!" I taunt him, smack him around the head with one of the sticks push him forward and belt him over the back of the head with the other, quickly deciding to use a finger technique to help him loose consciousness quicker, leaving me with the cat handler. He backs off in fear and my grin widens.
"You should be scared, probably the only intelligent reaction you've ever had, and too bad you can't enjoy it." I race at him, mindful of the cat and within seconds he joins his friends on the ground and I hold the cat victoriously. I calm the cat down by petting and soothing it while it meows and purrs in my arms, relaxing in my hold and I know one thing, it is now mine! I carefully shift my hold so I can put my bag on my back and I am satisfied to find that it seems blithe in regards to my shifting, or being held by me, however walking all the way home is no longer suitable with my malnourished friend here so I will need to grab some food from the pet shop, along with a carry cage, kitty litter and kitty litter tray but it won't need a bed as I will inform Father when I get home that it will be sleeping with me.
I kneel down with the cat outside the pet store.
"I don't know what the other animals will do with you in sight so I'm going to have to put you in the bag." I take off my bag and gently put the cat in my bag, it hisses at me but gives no further complaint so I zip it up and walk through the automatic doors. I grab a trolley and I search through the aisles, looking through various cages for different animals of all sizes until I find the perfect cage for the cat. I then go in search for kitty litter and tray. After grabbing the most expensive of everything, especially the food and food bowls (my cat will have the best of everything), I move toward the check out to buy the items. The girl stares down at me in shock and I roll my eyes.
"Um where are your parents?"
"Just outside the store, they gave me birthday money to buy whatever I wish so I shall, now please scan the items my cat requires." She gives me an unconvinced look but scans the items, which is good for her health.
"This comes to Two hundred dollars, are you sure you have the money kid?"
"Tt! Of course I have the money, do you take me for someone who's poor? I'll have you know I go to the most expensive private school in Gotham, perhaps you should do that thing with your eyes called looking and check my uniform next time you want to question someone far more superior then you." I say to her, throwing the money at her and walking away without a second glance. I return the trolley and call a taxi to my position. I have a bit of trouble putting everything in but eventually, after proving I had money, I sit in the back seat trying to soothe my cat that I can't actually take out of the bag yet.
"Where to kid?
"1007 Mountain Drive please."
"Sure thing," he says but I hear him mutter about it being the rich part of town, I don't appreciate his comment but I keep silent. As he drives I observe his movement, watching for any signs he is trying to take more money than necessary but luckily for him he hasn't done anything.
"Here we are, Wayne Manor." He looks at me doubtfully until I hand him the money and walk through the gates that automatically open when I give a thumb print scan. I grab the cage and the litter box and climb the wall to my room undetected. I put my bag down and put my now panicked and hissing cat into the cage and go back down for more of my things and find my father holding the kitty litter with a very unimpressed look.
"What is this Damian?"
"I hope you are asking me a rhetorical question Father because if you truly want to know the definition of kitty litter then we may have to reconsider your tittle as the world's greatest detective."
"Damian Wayne! You are in enough trouble young man! This is my house and yet you believe you can decide? You don't get to decide Damian; you are not the parent, as much as you think you can look after yourself, you can't. We are returning to the pet store right now and you will return all of the items you bought, including the cat!" Father is furious but I am also angry.
"I didn't buy the cat, some stupid teenagers that looked exactly like Tim were hurting the poor cat and it was barely more than a year old so I taught them a lesson and took the cat!"
"You did what? You just risked exposure Damian, do you realise that? Do you have any idea of the damage you have just done! If this is the way you behave you can kiss being Robin goodbye!" He's furious with me, he yells but not like this, how could a cat cause so much trouble? I just wanted a friend; Father is usually too busy to talk so all we do is train… I just wanted company.
"I used a stick and I didn't even use half of what I was taught, I made it look like I was unskilled, I was not going to let them torture an innocent animal and as for why I got it, tt you never do anything with me so I thought maybe I could have a friend since you're always too busy." I storm off angrily for my room, not bothering to go through the door but I start to climb back up the wall.
"Damian wait!" I turn around and fold my arms.
"I'm… I'm sorry okay kiddo; I shouldn't have been so harsh on you. I do trust you and I know you understand how important secrecy is, I am also sorry I am not around much and of course you can keep the cat, I'm sorry son. From now on you have to ask me first, I don't tolerate disobedience Damian." His voice turns stern during the last sentence and I nod.
"I forgive you Father and I do be careful, I just didn't want the cat to get hurt. I will ask you next time Father, I don't like when I displease you. Could I make a request Father?"
"Sure son, what is it?"
"Would you perhaps put your arms around me?..." I bite my lips nervously as Father looms over me and to my surprise picks me up. I put my head on his chest as he carries the rest of my Kitty supplies in one hand and me in the other and walks into the house.
"What have you named the kitten?"
"I haven't decided…"
"Well I guess we shall have to look at the kitten, see what gender it is and pick a name." We smile at each other and I enjoy the steady pace of walking in the arms of one of the strongest men.
Father puts me down at my door and opens it. We walk in to see my kitten in the cage licking its paws and Father puts the cat supplies on the floor and closes the door. I go to the cage and take it out, it gives me an annoyed look but doesn't complain so I put it on the bed and sit with it, stroking its fur as Father Sets up the litter tray and the food for it.
"I notice you have no bed for it, do you wish me to go out and buy one?"
"No need Father; it shall be sleeping with me." I stroke the kitten in question and it purrs softly.
"I was hoping you weren't going to say that." Father grumbles and straightens himself once again. "The kitty litter has been done as has the food, which you bought to last a month, Damian you wouldn't have been able to hide your cat for a month, you couldn't hide it for five minutes, anyway put some water in the other bowl and the kitten milk as well. Now what shall we name it?" he walks over and forces the kitten onto its back much to its displeasure since it meows softly in irritation.
"It's a boy." He turns it back over and strokes the kitten with his massive hand. "See, that wasn't so bad." He smiles at me, picks the kitten up which gives a meow of protest and places it on my lap.
"I don't know what to call him Father." The kitten playfully bites my finger and begins to chew on it, its teeth feel strange not sharp enough to be painful, it kind of tickles.
"Well it's entirely black, how about midnight or black?" I like those names but I have something so much better, I grin at him.
I begin to stroke my kitten and I use the opportunity to test out the name. "Do you like your new home, Dark Knight?" I look over to Father and he looks both uncertain and pleased, my kitten however seems to like the name, purring and rubbing its face against my hand.
"I am not so sure on the name Damian; it could be a security risk."
"Hardly, when you have those ridiculous parties with those stupid dyed blondes and their fake breasts I will keep him in here (they're probably too dumb to get the reference anyway," I say under my breath). "I won't be calling his name at the parties and as for visitors, all of them know who we are and as for the once in a while visitors, I will lose all respect I have for a detective of twenty five years if Gordon doesn't know who you are by now." He nods his head after a second and gives in.
"Gordon knows, he hasn't said so but I know he knows." He pets my cat and we end up spending the rest of the day together. He tells Pennyworth and he just raises an eyebrow and tells Father he already knew. Father and I relax on the couch and watch Sherlock Holmes together for a while before patrol, it is enjoyable and we talk more than we ever have. The next day after I come home I go straight to my kitten.
"Hey there you are, Bruce said you got a new kitten, he really is easy to convince when it comes to animals, he won't admit it but he loves them." Dick comes into my room, sits on the bed and pulls me into his lap, he's…warm so I don't protest like I usually would. He pets the kitten that is on my lap and puts the other arm firmly around my waist. "So what did you name it?"
"Dark Knight." I state and Grayson laughs in my ear.
"I love it." he kisses my head when we both hear loud footsteps of who can only be Todd. He opens the door loudly and comes in with a big grin.
"Never thought I would see it, careful Dami-Boo, first its kittens then pretty soon you'll be saying I love you and start hugging and kissing everyone like Dickhead does."
"Having a cat does not mean I will become Grayson…" Drake comes in behind him and interrupts me; I glare at him and snarl.
"No growing your hair out to a rat tail and eating cereal makes you Dick Grayson." He and Todd laugh and bump fists together while I stick to glaring at them.
"Relax Damian we just came to see the kitten." Todd says whilst moving toward the bed. I move off Grayson and sit on the other side, away from both of them and keeping Dark Knight away from them too.
"I don't believe I said either of you could come in, Grayson and I were having a nice time without you." They both roll their eyes and Todd leaps onto the bed.
"Enough of the act because if your act were a book none of us would be buying it, whether you like it or not we are all family here and we would take bullets for each other even if we wouldn't admit it and you don't have to but shutting us out is really starting to piss me off Damian, keep doing it and we won't eat mint ice cream or watch chainsaw massacre again." He says to me.
"You let him watch that?" Grayson's face scrunches up in anger and Todd shrugs.
"Sure let's pretend Damian is a normal boy instead of a ten year old assassin. Face it Dick, not one of us is normal in this household." He moves to pet Dark Knight and I reluctantly let him. I let them all sit on my bed and I put Dark Knight in the middle so they can all reach him. Father comes in to join us at some point and we all end up talking late into the night although my glare doesn't leave Drake and I only let Grayson put me back on his lap because Father wouldn't fit on the bed otherwise, he is rather big after all.
Eventually we all fall asleep on my huge bed and I pull Dark Knight close. "Hear the Dark Knight? You can stay, we are all family." I fall asleep with Grayson's arms around me and to Todd's snoring.