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Bat Cat	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 5312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Waking to a facefull of glossy dark hair and the sure and certain knowledge that he was backed right up to the very edge of the mattress, Bruce grinned.
“You,” He addressed his companion pleasantly, “are a bed hog.”

The bed trembled slightly as sleek curves twitched in response to the comment.

“I presume that you do remember that this is MY bed, and not yours?” Bruce continued mildly. So as not to telegraph his intention, he very stealthily slid out an arm and gave a speculative push.
Damn. Factoring in the complete lack of leverage from this position, along with the muscle mass of his current companion, it was immediately apparent that any serious efforts in that direction were doomed to failure and would likely end up with Bruce providing the motive force to shunt himself right off the edge. Since that would inevitably concede the entire mattress to his bed mate, Bruce gave up on the physical approach.
Time for a little psychology.
“If I didn’t know that you don’t go in for sweet stuff, I’d say you were getting fat.” Bruce murmured, running appreciative hands over subtly mounded muscle. "You’ve definitely done a bit of growing lately, haven’t you?”
There was a mini earthquake as his nocturnal companion rolled over and regarded him with interest.
“Yes, I did mention eating.” Bruce met the almost luminous eyes with resignation. “But I wasn’t actually suggesting,”
A soft huff of expelled air made him rethink that.
“Ew, morning breath,” Bruce reached out and ran a finger along the curve of a pink nose, directing the flow just slightly away from him. “And I don’t normally share my bed with someone who has bigger whiskers on their face than I do.” He smiled. “Actually, I kind of like you at this size.”
That earned him a cynically raised eyebrow, and what might have been a querying grumble.
Oops! Bruce decided that a little reassurance was would be an excellent move, considering how vulnerable certain parts of him were at that moment. A mental image of his companion's long talons, and equally long reach, flashed through his mind.
“This way I don’t have to worry so much about squashing you.” He explained. “Though, of course it’s still going to be more convenient having you kitty-sized at least some of the time.”
Cat huffed happily. His human was awake and talking; which meant that it must be nearly time for breakfast. Bruce smelt happy too, which was unusual enough for Cat to mark the occasion with a celebratory lick to the stubbled chin.

“Hey, don’t get any ideas about tasting the merchandise.” Bruce mock growled, “we’re really not THAT kind of friends,” He added. “However, you are still taking up far more of my bed that you are entitled to, so,” With a speed that showed why Bruce remained one of the premier heroes in that part of the world, he locked massive arms around Cat and the youngster found himself tangled in bed linen while being swiftly rolled over onto his back.
“Hah!” Bruce gave a triumphant smirk, “Get out of that...!”
Shifting size, Cat shrank himself small enough to escape the tangled sheets. Shooting out of the enshrouding mass before it could collapse on him, he clawed his way along the blankets and bolted full pelt for the pillows. Satisfied that he had gained the superior vantage point, and studiously ignoring the laughing man, Cat took up position on the bedside table, and ostentatiously began to groom himself, all the while keeping a weather-eye on his human out of the corner over one shoulder. Bruce could be damn sneaky when the mood was on him.
“Been having fun have we?” If Alfred was disturbed at finding his employer stretched out naked on the very rumpled bed, and looking flushed from recent exertion, he hid it superbly. “I take it that you slept well, sir?”

“Very well, thanks Alfred.”
“I am relieved to hear that, Master Bruce.” The elderly gentleman regarded his long time friend with thinly veiled amusement. “Were you intending to remain al fresco indefinitely?” He enquired mildly. “It is rather cool today.”
“Ah,” Bruce apparently realised how exposed he was. Grabbing a sheet and hauling it around himself he grinned. “It wasn’t like it looked.”
“Of course not, sir.” Alfred replied gravely, “these things rarely are...”

“So, our little friend rescued you?” Alfred placed another steaming platter in front of Bruce.

“Only it turns out that he isn’t so little.” Bruce nodded, waiting for the bacon to cool enough not to burn him. “Alfred, there’s something ... a bit unusual about Cat.”
“I wondered when you would discover that.” Alfred nodded.
“You already knew?" Bruce gave a deep sigh. "Why did I even think for a minute that you wouldn’t?” Blue eyes locked on target. “You didn’t think to say anything to me though?”
“I was not able to confirm the, er, peculiarity for myself, until after your abduction.” Alfred placed the toast rack beside the other things.
“Oh,”
“Nor did it seem the appropriate time to raise the matter last night,” The older man added.
“No, I was asleep the minute my head hit the pillow.”
“I daresay.”
“Well, it was a bit of a shock.” Bruce admitted. “At first, anyway, but on reflection I’m rather glad that there’s a bit more of him to get hold of.”
“Indeed?” An elegant eyebrow elevated.
Sinking a long gulp of orange juice, Bruce grinned. “Of course it’s going to make it a lot harder to get him out of my bed. Once Cat makes his mind up he can be quite stubborn.”
The look on the other man’s face spoke volumes.
“You still intend sharing your bed with Cat, despite this discovery?” Alfred ventured.
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t,” Bruce tackled another slice of toast. “He’s more trustworthy than any of the women I've had in there, and he doesn’t snore. I trusted him not to bite me before, and so far I haven’t found any reason to change my mind about that.” He cast a fond glance over at Cat. “Actually he could turn out to be a real asset, so I’m going to take him up to the JLA satellite today and have J'Onn help me run some tests; I want to know exactly what Cat Woman did to his biology.”

“This is the Justice League Satellite.” Batman gestured out of the thick window to the large structure just ahead of them. “Affectionately known as the Tin Can. While we are there, there are to be no... leaks.”
Letting out a soft mreep, Cat glanced up at him.
“No letting any unauthorised persons know what you can do, and definitely,” The eyebrows furrowed under the mask, “and I cannot emphasise this enough… NO puddles."
Cat eyed him sceptically.
"You don’t do it at home, and you are not to do it here.” Batman explained. Why did he have the feeling that Cat was smirking?

“Oh! Batman’s got a kitten!” Kara rushed over. “Look Diana! It's SOO cute!”

“Yes, it is.” Wonder Woman agreed. “I didn’t know you had a kitten?”
“He’s more of a young cat.” Bruce felt unaccountably defensive.
“A teenager?” Diana suggested.
“Mmm.” He tentatively agreed.
Kara looked up from her adoration of the wary feline. “What’s his name?”
“Cat.” Batman told her. The two women stared at him. Finally, Bruce caved. “What?” He demanded.
“Cat?” Kara wrinkled her nose. “Couldn’t you have come up with something more exciting than that?” Taking hold of Cat and standing up, she stroked him with enthusiasm. "Still, at least you didn’t call him 'Bat-Cat'…"
Resisting the urge to say something pithy, Bruce held his temper and his silence. She does have heat vision… He reminded himself, and if I upset her, Kal's bound to feel that he has to step in… and then he'll spend the rest of the year apologising…
“Kara.” Diana was warning her companion, “Be careful, the cat is young and unaccustomed to such enthusiasm. See his tail? And how his ears are flattened?”

“Oh,” Kara hesitated. “I’ll be very careful with him.” She promised. "Won't I, sweetie?" She addressed Cat directly and in saccharine tones. Apparently there was still rather too much enthusiasm for Cat’s liking.
Or not enough traction? Bruce could totally sympathise with the young animal: he wouldn’t have wanted Kara pawing him either, not that she would have dared. He was just about to speak when Cat made a move of his own.
Wriggling free from Kara's clutches, the slender feline leapt for the relative safety of the Amazon princess.
Well, that's … novel! Bruce had imagined the generous mounds from various angles, but somehow he had never gotten round to considering them as a landing pad…
Good job Diana's invulnerable … all over. He could see Cat was instinctively employing his claws as anchors.
"Oh, you dear little thing!" Diana deftly rescued the youngster from the virtual quicksand and cradled him gently. "There, there, don't worry, I've got you."
Are you sure about that? Looks more like Cat's got you… Bruce couldn’t help grin, watching Cat make himself at home. The little guy certainly was proving to have excellent instincts. That and more nerve than any human male.
“C’mon, Cat." Reaching out, Batman swiftly reclaimed his friend. "We’ve got work to do.”
“Aw, couldn’t he stay with us?” Kara pleaded.
“No.” Batman wasn’t going to explain himself, and certainly not to Kal’s cousin.
“Will we see you again later?” Diana asked.
Bruce was just about to agree when he realised that it was actually the cat Wonder Woman was interested in and not him.
Irritating, and a bit disappointing too… “You might.” He said smoothly. “If there’s time?”
“I’d never pictured you as an animal lover before,” the amazon purred.
“No?” And exactly HOW does she mean that?
“It casts you in a whole different light,” His shapely companion suggested pleasantly. “Adds another dimension to your character.”

Since that seemed to be a compliment, Bruce merely nodded, and making sure that Cat was securely installed on his shoulder, he left.
“You wish me to attempt to communicate with this animal?” J’Onn looked mildly bemused.

“Like I said, Cat Woman made a lot of modifications to Cat’s genes. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I’d appreciate it if you could try?”
“Very well.” J’Onn stretched out a green hand and stroked Cat lightly. Stretching and yawning, the young cat accepted the touch.
“I am not sensing anything beyond basic impulses.” J’Onn announced, after a pause. "Although as I have little familiarity with the minds of non-verbal species, it is hard to be totally certain."

When Cat started to look at Bruce expectantly, the Martian raised an eyebrow.
"It's his favourite game," Bruce explained, wrapping his fingers around Cat's belly and tickling him as Cat energetically attacked his gloved hand. Thankfully the armour was ample protection against Cat's claws and his teeth. Bruce grinned at the efforts Cat went to. The little tyke was starting to pack quite a wallop for someone so small, and the cute growling noises were an added bonus.
Watching while Cat 'killed' Bruce's hand, J'Onn looked more amused than Bruce had ever seen him. "He has excellent instincts." He approved. "And impressive reflexes."

As was usual whenever he was on the station, Bruce ran a quick diagnostic of the security system. Even though much of his attention was absorbed in the computer readouts, he noticed Cat sneaking away.
Poor little guy's bored.

Of course, J'Onn had heard that thought too. "Should I retrieve him?" he asked.
"He'll be fine," Bruce waved a hand. "Cat's quite capable of finding me if he needs me." He grinned at J'Onn, "Besides, he's not exactly the helpless type."

Several minutes later and Bruce's words were proved accurate. There was a howl of sheer terror from the other side of the hall, and a surge of air as Wally decelerated. "Your cat…" He panted.
"What about my cat?" Bruce fixed the speedster with an icy glare. "What did you DO to my cat?"
"Nothing!" Wally squeaked.
"Flash?"
"Nothing, Ididn'tdoanything!Honest!" Flash babbled at speed.
"Flash!" Third time was apparently the charm.

"I was just having one of those cookies that Alfred sent for J'Onn!"

"The English Butter Shortbreads?" Bruce checked.
"Yes, those!"
"You ate MY biscuits?" J'Onn applied his own piercing stare to the mix.
"Cookies," Wally started to say.
"Those are English, so they are biscuits, and they are mine…" J'Onn wasn’t going to be sidetracked. "So leave them alone."
"And where does Cat fit in?" Bruce couldn’t help but wonder.
"He's too big to fit in!" Wally bleated. "Isn't he? He can't get me in here, can he?"
As if to prove the speedster wrong, Cat strolled back in through the door with a soft 'meep' and bounding over to Bruce, leapt enthusiastically onto his lap.
"What did this idiot do to you?" Bruce stroked a hand along the length of the animal's spine, "Poor little guy."

"… Little!" Wally was trembling too much to get the word out at first. "He was,"
"What?" Bruce pressed his advantage. "Do tell…"
"Big." The speedster swallowed hard. "Re-ee-eally big."
Yawning, Cat turned full circle twice and settled on Bruce's lap.
"Big." Bruce repeated, idly stroking Cat's fur. "Big, you say?"
"Flash," J'Onn cast a sceptical look at Wally. "If you were going to make up an excuse for yelling, you could have chosen something … more effective."
"He was big!" Wally was protesting, "Read my mind and see for yourself."
J'Onn regarded him with a baleful stare, "I have no intention of doing that."
"Yes," Bruce smirked, "You never know what you might find in there."
"It is more a case of what I might NOT find," The Martian raised an eyebrow. "The way out, for one… there is far too much unused space in there."
They were still grinning over that when Wally stalked out, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at Cat, before taking off down the corridor.

"This is Kal-El - also known as Superman," Bruce watched the expression on Cat's face change as the young animal sniffed at the man now sitting on the chair beside Bruce.
"Don’t let the primary colours put you off, he's okay really, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten on my approved list," Subtly Bruce let Cat know that it was safe to relax a little with Kal.
"Gee, thanks, pal…" Kal laughed, and stretching back, lifted Cat high into the air, dangling him lightly between broad palms. "So, you're the big bad cat that Wally was wetting himself over?" He asked. "Why was he so scared of you, huh little feller?"
Cat flailed uncomfortably for a second, legs dancing on empty air, and then suddenly Kal's hands were being pushed apart, as the space at the end of his arms filled with dangling panther. Massive claws scraped ineffectually on steely skin and a low growl filled the room.
"Wow!" Kal grinned in delight. "A panther! Man, that is just SO cool!" Lowering the full-sized Cat onto his lap, he turned to Bruce.
"No." Bruce said it first.
"Bruce!"
"No."
"But you don’t know what I was going to say?"
"You were going to ask me if you could keep him," Bruce gazed at him evenly, "and the answer is still 'no'."
"You're no fun." Kal pouted.
"Don't…" Bruce rolled his eyes. "Kara tried that one already, without success, and you're nowhere near as girly as she is."
Although at times you do come pretty close.
"Sure?" Turquoise eyes glanced at him from under long lashes.
"I do hope not." Ignoring the posing, Bruce waited: Kal could be such a drama queen when the mood took him. Or was he just trying to be sarcastic?

"Anyway, I was going to ask where you got Cat from, and how come he can change like that?" Kal cradled the huge body in his arms, absently smoothing the ruffled fur. "I always wanted a panther!"

"Let me guess, your mother wouldn’t let you have one?"
The moment was perfect for a large dose of sarcasm, and Bruce wasn’t one to miss the opportunity to show how it ought to be done.
"Actually, Mom might have." Kal looked wistful, "But Dad said that having an exotic pet would scare the cows,"
Like them seeing you flying over the farm never did that, huh?

"So I never got one." Kal finished.

"Well," Bruce told him, tapping Cat very lightly on the end of the nose to remind him about what had been said regarding … revelations … and smoothly reclaimed his now domestic-sized feline friend. "Touching as your story is, you aren't having my cat."
"He is pretty amazing," Kal was still marvelling over the changes. "No wonder Kara's so taken with him."
Purring happily, Cat lazed on Bruce's lap, tail spilling over the edge of Bruce's thighs and dangling into empty air.
"How does he do that?" Kal cocked his head and listened. "The purring?"
"Top secret," Bruce smirked, "On a need-to-know basis." He petted the sleek head, running bare fingertips through the plush fur and enjoying the sensation every bit as much as the expression on Kal's face.
Didn’t purr while he was on you though, did he? When a whimsical paw delicately captured his hand, Bruce indulged it, allowing himself a small smile of superiority. You either had it, or you didn’t…

The all-teams alert going off was frankly, a damned nuisance. With no time to take Cat back to the safety of the mansion, Bruce was left with only one other option.

"This is where I sleep whenever I have to stop on the satellite," He told Cat, "I'll lock you in here, and collect you when I get back. It's okay if you sleep on the bed, and the facilities are through there, if you go panther-sized and push the pad on the wall that door there will open for you." He gave a quick demonstration. "Use the shower tray if you need to relieve yourself, and I'll," He blinked. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but if necessary I'll clean up after you when I get back…" He'd long since gotten over talking to a cat, but offering to clean up after one? Was he losing it?
Then again, he isn’t going to grow hands and do it for himself, is he? A last quick rub over Cat's head, and Bruce left, in a swirl of cape.
After the locks finished pinging, left alone in the dimly lit room, Cat checked out his surroundings. It all seemed secure, even if there was nothing of much interest to a cat. The place smelt reassuringly of Bruce, with quite a lot of the distinctive aroma of the suit, but the rooms didn’t feel anywhere near as nice as their usual home. The metal walls meant that the sound was ever-so slightly wrong, and the floor felt funny. That bed looked alright though, and Cat decided that since there wasn’t anything else to do, he might as well indulge in a little human-type snoozing… After all, no one was going to see…

A couple of hours later, Kal at his side, Bruce limped along the passage.
"You're sure you're alright?" Kal was asking, "I mean, I know you're NOT alright," He cast a hasty glance at Bruce's leg, "But,"
"Kal, shut up." Bruce said, as sweetly as he could manage under the circumstances. He was tired, sore, and looking forward to a light meal and an early night. Nightwing had already been requisitioned to take over patrol for the evening, although why the younger man had complained about it at all was a mystery. The way Bruce saw it, the whole thing was perfectly simple: he had called Dick and told him to get his arse in costume and over to Gotham, what more was there to say?
Maybe he expects me to say 'Pretty please'? Bruce frowned to himself. With cherries on it, perhaps? Well, Dick was out of luck, the Batman didn’t do 'cherries'.
"Bruce!" Kal was suddenly alert.
What now? Oh god, he isn't going to start apologising for that AGAIN is he? It was just a muffed landing… not a homicide attempt… if I'd thought for one second that he actually intended to do it, he'd be getting a Kryptonite enema by now… The dreaded apology wasn’t forthcoming though: Kal was still squinting at the wall.
Does he know how odd it looks when he does that whole 'seeing through it' thing?
Whether Kal knew or cared, when the Kryptonian spoke, his normally mellow tones were clipped in obvious concern. "There's an intruder in your room!"
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