System Reboot || DC

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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The Green

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- Jocelyn POV -

Waking up was a task and a half. Stiff muscles curled into a ball, joints stuck in their sleeping state. There was even a persistent ache in my waist and hips. The kind of phantom pain from strenuous activities.

All I wanted was to keep my eyes closed and sleep forever. It was a Saturday and like every day there was nothing to do. So what's the point in getting up? Especially when it feels like I've been run over by a truck.

"Mreow?" Something dipped the blankets beside my head followed by an ugly chorus of garbled purrs and cries.

"Piss off," I waved a numb arm in the air. It made a hazardous clicking sound with each rotation of my wrist. "Fuck..." I dropped the arm and let the pins and needles take over my shoulder.

"Mreoooooooow!!!" A paw whacked and poked my eyelids. Sighing I opened my eyes and stared blurring hate at the creature. It seemed proud of itself.

"Fine, I'm awake. Happy?" I sat up and rubbed an ache in my waist. The cat blinked with wide yellowish eyes and climbed onto my lap. Purring and rubbing against my chest. "Love you two."

We sat for a couple of minutes before I heard and felt a rumble in my stomach.

I don't remember waking up for dinner last night....nor did I eat much lunch. Fuck I'm hungry

"Come on, time to socialize?" I checked the clock on the wall and noticed Whiskey's impeccable timing. Breakfast should be ready. "First let's get some fresh underwear."

With a cat in my arms, I walked/stumbled to my room and changed my bottom half into fresh underwear and some sweatpants. Once snuggly I made my venture down the halls and many stairs.

"Odd, it's really quiet..." Besides Whiskey and I, there isn't any other living creature making a sound. Inanimate either. No creak of floorboards, no thundering footsteps, no screaming bloody murder.

It was not a peaceful silence but one that foretold an awaiting danger.

Whiskey's warm coat of fur was a nice contrast to the eerie chill in the hallways. The long echo of her purring dispersed the silence and left me feeling more assured that something wasn't going to jump out a grab me. If something did, then at least I would have a feisty projectile ready to hurl.

The Wayne Manor was never quiet. At least not on a Saturday morning. It was the one day a week when everyone was off work and had time to enjoy a nice early meal together. Of course, there is the pushing and petty arguing, but what household doesn't have a family squabble of two to start their day?

It wasn't until I opened the dining room doors did I notice that the silence was spread here too. Three males sit like statues in their seats. Staring with wide eyes horror at the array of food before them.

Did Whiskey drop a cockroach in the salad again?

"I'm sorry if Whiskey tried to share her kills. She hides them before I can toss them away and brings them out when least expected....guys?"

Coming to stand beside Dick, I placed Whiskey on the floor and settled a hand on his shoulder. The contact shocked him out of his daze and he turned to clasp my arms in his hands.