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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Damian's cats won't leave Dick alone

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

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"Alfred!" Damian called softly, looking all over the manor for that stupid cat. Why was it always Alfred Pennyworth that went missing? And, now, he was corrupting his cat brothers and sisters as well! Damian couldn't find any of them! And he was positive Alfred the cat was behind it.

"Alfred!" Damian called a bit louder— but not too loud because Todd would absolutely have a cow if he was woken up before he was good and ready.

"Alf-" Damian stopped himself upon hearing a sound that made him frown with annoyance.

Giggling.

Of course. Damian should've known.

With a sigh, the youngest Wayne crossed the hall and barged into the open door furthest from where he had previously been standing. And, to absolutely no one's surprise, there sat Dick on his bed, piled in a mountain of cats.

The older boy's handsome features were contorted into a bright smile as a cat bit at his nose. Another had it's claws caught in the boy's untamable, raven hair. And, yet, another had it's sharp nails stuck in Grayson's socks. Overall, Damian was not pleased one bit.

"I should've known, Grayson. You're the catnapper."

Dick just giggled some more, "I didn't mean to, Lil' D, I swear! They just came in and wouldn't leave me alone! And, I mean... I'm not gonna tell them no."

Damian sighed loudly, "You are an imbecile."

Dick grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother, "You know you wanna come join us."

Damian crossed his arms, "Don't be ridiculous, Grayson."

Dick held the smallest cat in front of his face and started in a high-pitched voice, "C'mon, Dami, come play with us."

Damian exhaled softly, knowing what he was about to do was absolutely humiliating. But... he just couldn't bring himself to care. Within seconds, the thirteen-year-old was face down on Grayson's bed, several cats piled on his back. He couldn't help but let out a loud laugh as Dick let out an even louder giggle, signaling that a cat had found the ticklish spot on the bottom of his feet.

"Demon!" a loud voice rang through the hall.

Damian and Dick froze, exchanged a brief terrified look before erupting into a fit of laughter. They'd woken up their devil of a brother and couldn't bring themselves to care.

"Dickhead!" Jason barged into the room, eyes wide with anger. He stared between his brothers and the cats, the angry look dropping and turning into something more like amused surprise. "Well, lookie here... Demon's actually being cute."

Damian narrowed his eyes at his older brother, letting out a low growl, "You'd do well to take that back, Todd."

Jason grinned evilly, running towards the bed and catapulting himself between his brothers and the cats, "Make me, Demon Spawn."

"Maybe I will, Bucket Head."

"Alright, alright!" Dick laughed, still breathing hard from his feet's previous encounter with Alfred the cat. "No fighting this late at night, guys."