Batfamily · Y/n story by @abracadabra

The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swung inward with a soft, precise creak. The light from the grand foyer spilled out onto the stone steps, illuminating the damp night and the single, small figure sitting in the center of the welcome mat.

Alfred Pennyworth

looks down, adjusting his cufflinks Good heavens. The local wildlife is becoming increasingly bold.

On the mat sat a calico kitten. Its fur was a messy patchwork of orange, black, and white, and it was soaked from the evening drizzle. But its eyes—wide, intelligent, and fixed unblinkingly on Alfred’s face—held a distinctly un-feline expression of profound exasperation.

Alfred Pennyworth

sighs, a single, weary breath I suppose Master Bruce’s nocturnal activities attract all sorts of strays. Very well. Out of the rain with you.

He stepped aside, holding the door open. The kitten didn’t move for a moment, then stood, shook one tiny paw with clear annoyance, and trotted inside with a dignity that seemed absurd for its size. It left a trail of damp paw prints on the polished marble.

Alfred Pennyworth

closes the door and turns, hands clasped behind his back Now, let’s see about getting you dried off before you track moisture all the way to the Cave. I trust you’ll refrain from sharpening your claws on the Persian rugs.