Lost My Humie Rocket Raccoon x Reader

Chapter 11

I AM BATMAN!!!
Your POV
You were smiling like a madman while sitting at the table with Drax, a constantly growing Groot, a wide awake Gamora, and a tired Rocket.

"Why you so happy?" Rocket asked.
"No reason." You answer, propping your feet on the table.

Gamora passes you a glance and you can't help but laugh a little.

And then, you heard him before you saw him. "I AM BATMAN!!!" He yelled.
"What the hell?" Rocket asked.
"Who is this Batman?" Drax asked. And then Quill ran into the room. Gamora gasped, Drax's eyes widened, and Rocket laughed his ass off.

Quill had a black thong over his head and a towel tied around his neck, as promised.

"I AM BATMAN!!!" He screamed suddenly and ran into the next room. You could hear him, "I AM BATMAN!!!" You and Rocket couldn't contain your laughter.
"Quill!" Gamora yelled, unsheathing her sword. She followed him. You could hear Quill screaming as she chased him. He screamed, "I AM BATMAN!!!" One more time before she shut him up.
Drax said, "If this is what the Batman appears like, I would not like to meet him."
"Trust me Drax, Batman looks way cooler." You said.
Rocket said, "You put him up to this didn't you?"
"Maybe I did...maybe I didn't." You smile and shrug.
"You're twisted." Rocket says through laughs.
"She does not appear to be twisted." Drax says. You laugh. Then, Gamora pulls Quill out of the room, holding her underwear and then his ear in her right hand.
"Owowowowow owie ow ow! That is gonna start hurting very soon!" (Heh tell me what movie (Chris Pratt was in it)) You snicker as Peter was pulled into his room mercilessly.

~Later That Day~

Peter calmly walked out to the cockpit and began to drive. Gamora was cleaning her blade. Drax was sharpening one of his daggers. Groot was dancing to Hooked On A Feeling, which was blaring through the whole ship.

You and Rocket were in your room. You were laying on the bed, and you heard his soft snores. You smiled to yourself. Your eyes were drifting over his back. You reached out to touch him, when, before you touched him, he started to wince. Your hand retracted on instinct. Then you realized he wasn't snoring. He was crying.

"Rocket...Rocket wake up." You shook his shoulder softly. He turned to look at you, his eyes red and puffy from crying. "Are you ok?" You ask.
"I'm..." He cringes. "Fine. It just hurts."

You don't respond. You touch his back softly, your hands drifting from each to piece to another. You touched the bare spot on his back ever so carefully and you could feel him relax under you.

"Better?" You ask.
He nods, and turns around to look at you. "Why are you sticking around?"
"You know why."
"But why? Why do you like me?"
"I love you Rocket, even though you can be a major dick, you're really sweet when you wanna be."
His eyes stare into yours and he says, "I'm glad."
"Glad you're a dick?" You tease.
He rolls his eyes and says, "No. That you're sticking around."
"Always."

You hum along with Hooked on a Feeling. He's just watching you carefully, his little paw touching your cheek or hair.

"I love you." You say.
"I love you too." He answers, being completely honest.

He snuggles close to you, his face in your chest. You drape your arm over him and pull his bottom half closer to you, holding him close. You feel him cry into your chest and you pet the back of his head.

"It hurts so much, (Y/N)."
"I know, I know...but it's gonna be ok." You tell him, rubbing the back of his head as he dug his face into your chest.
"I wish they never made me." He says.
"Why?"
"Because I hate this body, (Y/N). I hate myself. No matter what you say, I can never be normal."
"Rocket?" You say, "I love your body." You kiss his neck. "I want to change your mind." You kissed his cheek. "And I don't give a fuck if you're normal or not. I love you." You kiss his lips.
Rocket is silent for a few moments before saying, "You really are an idiot, huh?"
"I'm your idiot."