"Wow, that was close!" Pixie touched the top of her head and grinned. "Oh my gosh! Dami! Circe's spell only just got me, and now I have cat ears--"
A small kitten crept out of Damian's suit as it lay on the ground, a tiny cry escaping him. "Meow." He mewed as he looked up at Pixie. "Mreow! Meow!" Once he seemed to be content, he slinked up her shoulders and licked her cheek as he began purring.
"Hey, Pix, have you seen Damian?" Blair asked before her eyes fell on the small, black cat on her shoulders. "Sweet Mother of Martha Wayne! Where did that come from?!" She yelled, grabbing a knife. "Get rid of it! It's probably a bomb disguised in cuteness!"
Several years of being an assassin put you on edge about the tiniest things.
"Relax, he's not a bomb. It's Damian." It was at that moment that Kitten-Dami decided it would be a good idea to go savage on Blair.
"Holy--what the--I thought kittens were cute!" She yelled as Damian scratched and clawed at her. She pulled him away from her face before she grinned. "Steph! I need a kitten-sized musketeer costume down here, now!"
"Oh no..." Pixie whispered, realizing what Blair had in stall for Damian. She was barely thinking about the ears on the top of her head.
"Mreow." Was all Damian could say, hissing as soon as a certain blonde Batgirl ran into the cave. "MEOW!"
Alas, it was too late. By the next day, a black kitten dressed in a musketeer suit had gone viral.
