Batman X Reader Vol. 1

Reaching Out

(Author question: (please answer) do y'all like shorter chapters or longer chapters? This is also a draft.)

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The keys in your hand jingled and attracted your cat. A stray you picked up. He purred and greeted you with an embrace.

That's what you liked to think of it as anyways.

His head bumped straight into your leg and he turned to curl his tail around it.

"Aww, hey Brucey! Come inside, we gotta feed you."

You picked him up and opened the door as he clung onto your shoulder.

He leapt off and waited next to his food and water bowls patiently.

"Such a good kitty!" You emptied small amounts of boiled chicken, turkey, and beef chunks into his bowl. This was followed by boiled peas and steamed broccoli.

He meowed, smelling his food.

"Hold on kitty, just one more thing!"

You emptied a small amount of soaked oats and mixed his food. You placed it in his slow feeder and put it in front of him.

He ate as you refilled his water and walked off into your room for a shower.

The cold water washed over your body, it was refreshing. You turned the knob up to try to make the water colder. It didn't turn any more, but the water still wasn't cold enough.

Not cold enough to ease your thoughts.

'Should I send him a letter? A text? Call him? No, if he wanted to talk to me he would have done it already.'

You wrapped yourself in a robe without drying off properly, not caring enough for it.

When your cat sat next to you on the couch, your arm stuck to his fur.

You giggled at his reaction. His tongue stuck out and his eyes squinted.

"Let's watch the news, see what's going on in good old Gotham City!"

You smashed the 'on' button three times before the tv responded.

The news chanel on default shone brightly onto you face and the color made you strangely hungry.

"Hold on Brucey, im getting a snack."

You remembered the muddy buddies you'd made the other day and took the bag out of the fridge.

You came back to the couch with three drinks, and snacks overflowing from your arms.

"Tonight we feast!"

Brucey meowed accordingly.

"You can't have any though. All mine!"

You giggled at yourself, how silly would it look if someone was spying-?

Something clicked against your window.

The silence following was maddening, even with the tv going.

"Yadda yadda yadda! Nothing I need to be aware of. Just our sweet corrupt politicians! Even the police have gone down the rabbit hole. It's sad knowing that you're calling equally bad people when you're in trouble. But there's a few good cops here and there. You know Brucey-"

Another click.

You began to feel uneasy. 'What if someone is trying to break in? It's not unlikely. But MY place? It's junk."

A third click made up your mind. You walked up to the window and threw the curtains aside to reveal a kneeling batman.

"WOAH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

He waved his hands and shook his head 'no'. Then he pointed to the window latch and you opened it.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh, yeah? Wait no! Are you trying to passively rob me?"

"What? No."

"I mean, you want my money? Shit, I'll look around with you, aint no money in-"

"I don't want to rob you!"

"Okay then, you want to steal my cat?"

"What?"

"Brucey. My cat, he's on the couch. Come in, creep."

You opened the window all the way and he walked into your flat.