#but I got distracted by skewl

[scurvyratt]

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[hana-no-seiiki]

might be running a little late on the spiderverse post (and by little i mean it’ll prolly be posted this weekend instead when all of us are free) cause i got assigned a task for skewl last minute 😭😭😭😭 so ill just give you guys this short fic/drabble w/ Cat Villain Reader for now that has been rotting in drafts for a bit.

please read my previous cat villain posts for more context !!

If you were to give a rank of the most punchable face in the Batfam, it’d be Damian. No surprise there in hindsight, but the fact that he managed to beat his own dad — the one that left your one true love to die — still astounded you.

Despite his reputation and the fact above, Damian had more calm moments with you than any of his predecessors. It may have been due to other factors; you being older and more mature (less of a brat), that you didn’t hate his guts, or that he wasn’t a masochist like Tim.

But the biggest reason was Talia.

You don’t get how the woman fell for Bruce but she did, and you knew she would do anything for him. You’ve fought her before and she was no joke.

And, she was the only person who helped you with Jason. Who didn’t scoff at your violent reaction towards his death. Who actually understood you, rather than ply you with words of comfort.

So, of course, you were a lot more gentle when it came to her son. Even during his more verbally abusive phase.

Recently however, you’ve noticed a change.

“What?” Damian glared at you (I say as if he looks at you in any other way other than glaring)

“Nothing.” You looked away, your mouth forming a pout. Damn him for having great observational skills even through both of your masks and while you guys were in the middle of a fight.

“Were you just staring at my arms?”

“No!” You shouted in offence. “. . . Yes.”

But how dare of him to be right anyways! It wasn’t your fault his new fit looked tighter on his toned biceps.

In any case, that’s where the change really started to be obvious. Usually after that he’d knock you out or screech curses, but now… now he’d —

“Keep looking. You’re easier to catch when distracted.”

You immediately felt your knees go weak.

The nicknames, too. Good god the nicknames. Some of them were still as degrading as ever, but you also noticed a sudden rise of sweeter ones, some in his mother tongue, others just plain corny.

“Hey Kitty, get your food elsewhere.” Damian greeted you from behind.

Damian never greeted you.

Your fights and/or meet-ups always started with a little roughhousing.

Which, as of the moment, was not happening just yet. Not to mention he didn’t even take advantage of your surprised state.

And so you turn invisible.

Ever the sharp eyed man that he was, he quickly spotted you from the sound of your movements. Yet he doesn’t attack. In the blink of an eye, he appeared right behind you, seizing your arms and whispered, “Did that make you purr?”

You licked him in response. Safe to say that you were smacked down afterwards.

You were starting to think that Damian liked you.

Of course, even though you were confident to a fault, you weren’t conceited. So in order to test that theory, you managed to switch your heists up for when he wasn’t on duty.

And from what you hear from Tim, he hasn’t been doing so great.

So terrible his days have been in fact that he had been sloppy enough to get caught. While the rest of his team was busy fighting you took the opportunity to sneak in. A favour for Talia’s help, you thought.

“Fool! What are you—“ Damian shouted at you. The villain they were fighting was no joke. If you had gotten caught —

His sermon gets interrupted by a kiss from you to the lips. You even shove your tongue down his throat for good measure.

You separate from him after a few minutes.

You think from the fact that he pulls you back in and kisses you as his friends were screaming in the background made it clear that he more than just liked you.

Maybe even loved you…

— to be continued

[thedemonconstantine]

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“Why would Alexis come back green and with a crooked nose exactly?” Talia questioned for her son often said odd things and every now and again she’d have to try and make sense, to find reason in that spaghetti noodled brain of his that lived for imagination.

“STOP ANNOYIN’ ME! I is gun ‘ave yeh I swear on me ma mate!” she warned slapping John’s hand away and it wasn’t a gentle slap either, the little girl but her full force behind smacking that hand away from her.

“John stop making her already messy hair worse” Talia was growing tired of this disarray already.

“Kin I be excused wiff me girlies please?” Alexis asked for pudding did not hold sway right now. “I wants ta tell ‘em abar me skewl”

“Proceed” Talia allowed the girls to leave and off Alexis ran dragging her suitcase behind her right to her room, she’d in a rush throw off all her clothes to change into her uniform.

You look like Madeline Emma answered and both she and Nadia looked puzzled.

Are you going to go to private school?

“Nah, I is gun stay at me normal skewl. I is nah gunna spen’ me days wiff posh tarts”

“It’s such a cute uniform! It looks so cute on you Alexis! I love it! So cute-“ Nix was squealing and jealous all at the same time, watching her bestie twirl in the pinafore and blouse and little ribbon tie.

“Why can’t our school uniforms be this cute? It’s so cute! Does it come with a hat? A jacket? Do you get to wear knee socks with it? Turn, turn, show me the back!”

She hugged one of the cushions Alexis had lying about the bedroom.

“Did you have new textbooks? How are the teachers like? Did you make anybody cry?”

Nix needed to know all the details and all the details NOW!

“Oi dis me room too, me room oi!” Jimi sprang off his chair to follow the girls to the bedroom and poked his head in but he got chased out, so sulking he went back to the dining table to stuff his face with another garlic bread, then got distracted again by the sound of Nix squealing and Jimi ran off to stick his ear against the door.

“Alrite alrite, enough o’ tha’ yeh rascal, let’s go ‘elp Ma do th’ dishies-“ Chas plucked Jimi from the door and rolled the boy towards the general direction of the kitchen, which Jimi did tumble over and groan but he did as he was told.

“Ouh me Queen, me ‘and ‘urts. Kiss it be’er wouldje please ‘n fanks-“