Part IV to Softy.


Surprised


He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and, finally, narrowed his eyes at the woman beside him. "Wipe that smirk off your face."

"Who said I was smirking?" She asked as the corner of her lips twitched upwards.

The man grumbled under his breath and looked away. Why had he come to see her again? … Oh, right.

The young woman shook her head softly at him. "Raggles…"

Peter closed his eyes with his cheek resting against his palm, "Hm?"

"You should name this little guy Raggles."

His brain at long last processed what she had said—and what she had been referring to. And, never would he admit it, but he was quite surprised. "You do know that sounds like I'm naming it after that, oh what's his name? Ya'know," He absentmindedly waved his hand in the air, "that one thief. Rag-something…"

"You mean Ragdoll?"

"Yeah," He nodded, "him."

Selina shrugged and gazed back down at the kitten snuggled in her lap. When Peter had showed up it surprised her to see what he was holding in his arms. True, he worked at the animal shelter. And true, he had said that he was a cat person. But she never would have thought for him to adopt a kitten. That didn't mean she was disappointed though. It was… nice, really.

"So?"

Peter hadn't expected that for a reply. "So… don't you think it'd be weird? Naming it after some thief that runs around causing mischief and whatever else he does." It was strange, talking about himself like this.

"True," She tapped her chin in thought. "But look at him. His fur basically matches the guy's costume. If you really wanted we could name him Rags or Raggedy instead."

"No!"

She arched an eyebrow at his hasty response. Clearing his throat he repeated in a calmer tone, "No. No, I think… Raggles… works just fine." He coughed into his fist and glanced away. Calling the kitten by his nickname, that Catwoman had given him, was just… no. "Raggles is fine, and look. I think he quite agrees with you."

At this he pointed at the kitten, which had raised its head and gave a soundless meow, trying to direct her attention away from him. Thankfully it worked as Selina began to coddle the critter with attention. Peter released a soundless sigh as let his head fall back and gazed up at the ceiling. He was not looking forward to going 'home' after this.

Firefly and Moth were going to have a field day; they were never going to let him live this down.