One-Shots

Catwoman (DC) X Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own DC. I don't know, maybe I'd change some of the stuff that happened in Batman Eternal?

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Catwoman's POV

"Let's see what (Y/N)'s got in the fridge." My hand comes to rest on the handle to his refrigerator as I stand alone in (Y/N)'s unlit kitchen. My hips shake to the song I'm humming as I start to open the door. With a tug, the silver door easily gives way and reveals its contents. Hmm, not that much in hear to be honest. A quick glance towards the calendar helps explain why. Ah the end of the month. (Y/N) will be getting his groceries next month, right after he gets paid. Oh well at least he has two gallons of milk left. Reaching out I grab the half empty one and open it. The moment I do, a pungent odor assaults my nose and I instantly screw the top back on the milk, "Oh god that was disgusting." I gag out the words as I put the expired milk into a bag and then throw it into a trash bag. I then throw the trash bag outside for good measure. Disgusting. Heading back to the refrigerator, I pull out the other gallon of milk and look at the date first this time. Okay doesn't go bad until next week, but just in case, I take the lid off just a little bit before taking a hesitant sniff. Oh yes, this is still good. My lips curl up into a smile as I stand back up with the milk in hand. Right as I throw my head back and kiss the opening of the gallon, the lights turn on, illuminating the small kitchen. Turning around while still drinking the milk, I see a startled and tired looking (Y/N) with his hand holding his phone. Once he sees who's in his kitchen I can see his shoulders slump a little bit as he pockets his phone. Taking the milk away from my lips, I give him a coy smile as I gently wave to him with my free hand, "Well you were out late." He gives a sigh as he heads to the open window and shuts it.

"Hello to you too, Catwoman." As he speaks, (Y/N) closes the window with a thud and quickly latches it shut. Such a cute and ineffective way of keeping people out, "Would it kill you to just break in using the doors?"

"Oh please, why go to the trouble of having a cat motif if I am not going to use more creative ways to get inside~?" Though my response makes me smile, (Y/N) just groans for some reason. I wonder what's his problem.

"Alright, then could you just shut the widow when you do? It lets out the AC." While talking, he starts organizing some dishes and other things on the countertop.

"Well I suppose I could do that. I wouldn't want to be a rude guest after all~" With the lights still on I can now see just how dirty everything is. (Y/N) has let the place go.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." He eventually finishes up with his cleaning, though in truth his actions has just made a small dent in the hot mess that is his kitchen. He has really let the place go. I then saunter over to a wall with the milk still in hand as (Y/N) then quickly walks over to where I once was.

"I have to say, you are taking this better than you have before, (Y/N)." Once I finish I take another drink of milk before he can respond.

"Well you have been doing this ever since you figured out where I lived. It's about time I got used to things." He then opens the fridge door and looks inside, "Okay, what happened to the other gallon of milk?" He says in an irritated voice.

"It went bad at least a week ago, (Y/N)." While talking to him, (Y/N) stands up and rests his face in his hands, "Besides you are getting new groceries soon anyways, might as well clean out the old ice box some.

"Yeah, but I wasn't going to get that much since I wanted to save some money." He then steps back and shuts the door as his hand falls from his face, "I thought I had two good gallons, but now I don't have any. Great." His tone gets more frustrated as he goes. Playfully I respond.