Part II to Softy.

Also, this time I added more to it instead. It was a hundred words but… I don't know. This screamed to have more added to it. Have to say that it's got to be the longest one for the series so far. It's even longer than drabble no. 20, Hush.


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"That beast has got to go!"

Ignoring the pyromaniac the triple-jointed contortionist continued to lazily scratch the kitten behind its ears. Yet he realized that he had to say something because Lynns wasn't going to let the subject drop. Not this time. "What do you propose; I take it back to the pound where it can be put down?" His tone was neutral and his face void of emotions.

Firefly cringed a little. Oh great, now he was becoming a softy. "Just… drive somewhere and dump it in some neighborhood. Someone's bound to take it in." He gave as Peter fixed with him a deadpanned expression yet underneath it he could feel an intense glare hidden behind facial mask. "What?"

"Oh yes, a fantastic idea: let's just dump the kitten off in some unknown neighborhood, completely defenseless, and exposed to all types of dangers. Yes, I can see it now!" He threw his hands up above his head as he abruptly stood. Shaking his head at his accomplice Peter snatched his coat and started out; he was already late for his date with Selina.

Firefly scowled, fists clenching, and started to curse the thief out when he felt something rub against his leg. Looking down he noticed that the kitten was staring back up at him with dilated eyes. It gave a couple of mews as it started to rub its head above his ankle. With a roll of his eyes Firefly kneeled down and gave it a few pats before noticed the laser pointer lying on the ruined coffee table.

Moth watched from the kitchen, having been trapped there as Firefly ranted—for the millionth time—that Ragdoll needed to stop bringing 'that damned kitten' with them every time they went out on a heist because it kept screwing up their plans and, in the end, they'd come back empty-handed. Every time, no matter what the outcome was, Ragdoll would roll his eyes or something and leave the hideout and, once he came home, Firefly wouldn't bring the topic up again until the same incident would occur like a never ending cycle.

Ragdoll figured it was because he had time to cool down while he was out.

What he didn't know was that it was because Firefly had started to grow attached to that 'tiny abomination' a little more.

Him directing the laser from one spot to the other as the kitten went bounding after it was proof of that.