Tried to make this a hundred words but it wouldn't work for me—again. But since the last two drabbles were angsty this should help make up for it.
This is Part I for this particular drabble.
Softy
There was just no way…
No way that he—nope, he had.
If Firefly were here the pyromaniac would have scoffed in disbelief before laughing his ass off at the sight while Moth attempted to create clever insults only to given a look from both of them to shut up and stop talking.
Ragdoll gave a strangled sigh as he sat cross-legged on the tattered couch with a semi-glare. Since when had he become such a… such a… softy?
The receiver of glare was oblivious to his foul mood and dampened spirit; it merely, with a bit of struggle, climbed up and fell into his lap, its little paws reaching up towards him and the creature gave a soft mew at its savior. It was still hard to believe that he had rescued the thing from getting put to sleep. He figured it was probably because of Selina's feelings towards cats… and without a doubt Catwoman's, obviously. Releasing another sigh, Peter tugged off his mask and continued to scratch the kitten's tummy.
… Good Lord, since when had he become such a softy?