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Mama!Cat

Mornings at Wayne Manor had become interesting ever since the kits had come into Bruce's life. Every morning there were two kits that were trying to kill each other (most of the time it was Jason and Damien) while another kit wouldn't wake up, and another was too hyper. It had almost become a routine, but even some mornings have their own extra surprises.

This morning, Damien was trying to kill Tim, Jason was trying to kill Damien, Tim was hiding behind Alfred's legs, and Dick was just wanting to go back to bed. Bruce sighed and grabbed Damien and Jason by the scruffs of their necks and pulled them apart.

"Enough, you two. It's too early in the morning to be dealing with this!" Bruce commanded, then set them back on the ground.

Tim carefully moved from behind Alfred's legs and followed Bruce into the dining room. Damien followed him while Jason went and nudged Dick (who had passed out on the stairs) awake. Dick woke up and sleepily trudged into the dining room. Bruce's food was sitting on the table and the kit's food was set in different places on the floor. All went silent as everyone started to eat.

They hadn't been eating for ten minutes when the doorbell rang. All of them looked up then the kits returned to eating. Alfred stood up and went to get the door. Bruce waited patiently, taking a few bites. Alfred's voice couldn't be heard but the familiar clicking of heels told who it was. Tim, who had just finished eating, almost jumped for joy and ran out of the room.

A few seconds later, Selina Kyle walked into the dining room, holding a content Tim in her arms. He nuzzled up against her, a soft purr-like sound escaping his throat. While Tim was normally shy and reserved, he had quickly taken to Selina. Bruce had often joked that he was her boyfriend.

"Good morning, Bruce." She smiled.

"Good morning, Selina. What brings you here this morning?" he asked, looking her over.

She was dressed in a white blouse and a tan skirt. She had a pair of black stilettoes on and her hair was curled and left down. Even from where Bruce was sitting, he could see the black fur getting on her shirt but she didn't seem to mind. She smiled and pet Tim.

"I'm here to remind you of our date."

"Of course. How could I forget?"

"Ms. Kyle, would you like some breakfast?" Alfred asked, walking to her side. She smiled and shook her head.

"No thank you, Alfred. Thank you for the offer."

She rubbed Tim's ear and his purring got louder. Another body rubbed up against her ankle and she looked down. Dick had finished eating and was nuzzling her ankle, as if saying "good morning". She smiled at the sight.

"Good morning, Dick," She looked over at Jason and Damian. "Good morning Jason. Good morning, Damian." They both looked at her then returned to their food.

"They've taken to you pretty well. Well, when their not eating, they're all over you, almost. Tim, especially, is taken with you." He nodded to Tim and she smiled.

"Yes, well, he's like my sweet Isis. They all are. So, where are we going today?"

"I was thinking a walk through the park, then a matinee and then dinner." He said as he finished eating. She smiled and nodded,

"That sounds wonderful." She said as Bruce stood up

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." She gave Tim one last petting then set him down. He made a sad sound and she smiled. "It's okay. I'll be back tonight."

That seemed to placate him and he let out a sound of agreement. He rubbed against her leg then left the room. The other three did the same thing. The next thing they heard, was crashing and tumbling. Hissing followed soon after. Alfred sighed.

"I shall go break them up. Enjoy your day. It was good to see you, Ms. Kyle." He smiled.

"It was good to see you too, Alfred." She smiled and Alfred went to break of the fight. Bruce offered her his arm and she took it.

"Goodbye, Alfred." Bruce called out then they left.