Selenophile || Batman

the whisperer

"I should've shut my mouth, I could've kept it quiet.
I might have freaked him out 'cause I was so excited.
But I just couldn't wait, I took a leap of faith.
Oh, the things I say. "
— Sabrina Carpenter, Can't Blame A Girl For Trying.
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Blue wrappers were scattered across the floor, and in the middle of the plastic driftwood a cat waltzed through. The feline halted long enough to stretch her limbs tiredly before nearing the sofa in the middle of the vast living room. She paused, cocking her head sideways, watching with great interest as the body lying atop the couch rose and fell steadily with each breath. The cat mewed loudly, padding ahead and rubbing along the arm dangling off the side.

Suddenly, a Japanese ringtone rang out and a hand lazily dropped on top of the smartphone, forgotten on the floor until its plaintive, cheesy song erupted. Lying on her stomach, Valentina dragged the phone closer, eyes still shut as she shifted on her back, thumb sliding across the loud speaker option.

"¿Bueno?" she mumbled sleepily, eyes still shut. "Habla Valentina."

A voice instantly hissed from the other side, "Stop talking in Spanish and open the damn door, Val!"

The girl groaned in annoyance, ending the call as she nuzzled into the warm cushions of the couch, frowning when her phone began ringing again. She cracked an eye open, staring reluctantly as the cat on the floor began licking at the cookie crumbs around the wrappers.

"No, Sylvester," Valentina chided softly, ignoring the loud Japanese lyrics in the background. "Chocolate is poisonous to animals."

The feline paid no mind, continuing to lap at the Oreo crumbs, the empty packets crinkling around her. Stifling a sigh, Valentina glanced upwards, only to blink as the wall clock teased back with a time she knew she never woke up to.

Sylvester remained unfazed as the brunette bolted upright, eyes wide in alarm before she hopped to her feet. She instantly ran forward, nearly tripping over her own two feet trying to avoid all the blue wrappers as she made her way to the front door. Val yanked the door open, already aware of the person on the other side.

Fred winced, stumbling back slightly as he was tackled into a hug, arms flying around his neck and squeezing his torso gently. He rolled his eyes, arms dropped to his sides while Valentina buried her nose in the crook of his neck.

"Freddie!"

"Hello to you too, Val." His response was calm, and he held out a grocery bag once she stepped back. "Mom sent this for you."

Valentina beamed, snatching the bag from him, but then pursed her lips when she glanced over his shoulder and saw no one there. "Misses Johnson didn't come with you?"

"Nah." He shrugged, trudging past her and into the apartment. "Mom was worried you didn't come to school today, so she just dropped me off at your place afterwards." In fact, he was still in his Gotham Academy uniform and carrying his own bag full of homework.

Valentina hummed in acknowledgment, the door clicking shut behind her before she trotted after the blond. Both of them entered the living room where Fred halted, eyeing the mess of wrappers, almost like a disapproving parent. Then he sighed, crossing his arms and shooting his friend a scolding look. The girl flushed slightly, placing the grocery bag on the table.

She knelt down, bare knees against the expensive wooden floor as she began collecting the packets for the wastebasket. Rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time, Fred dropped his school bag on the couch before following suit, leaning backwards into the cushions, arms folded over his chest, expectantly.