date someone who is interested in you. i don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. i mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. someone who wants to read every word you write. someone who wants to hear every note of your favourite song, or watch every scene of your favourite movie. someone who wants to find every scar on your body, and learn where they came from. someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. there is a difference between attraction and interest. find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are.
While doing his average scavenging for scraps and spare parts, Eddie comes across a new small friend (a tiny bit of angst and a bit of injury description and maybe ooc, because Eddie is horribly stressed and angry + a bit rusty with fanfics but hey it gets wholesome? Ish)
Eddie scoffed and heavily scrunched his face as he threw another worthless piece of junk that was no longer of usage to him near the dumpster. He loudly groaned and continued to dig through the number of scraps that were of no use, his forehead furrows became more apparent as his frustration began to soar.
"GAAAH! Nothing! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!" He picked up a pile of the broken-down scrap and threw it out in front of himself. His breathing was heavy and ragged for a good couple of minutes; after a while, his shoulders slumped, and his head began to ache as he let out a small sigh. He hung his head down and began to mutter, the actual wave of fatigue from the hours of work and intense stress was getting to him as his body was attempting to fully slump. He immediately forced himself alert again, took a deep breath, let it out, and immediately began to scavenge again. He occasionally snarled whenever he once again found a useless part that he couldn't use for any of his machinery.
After it all, he only came out with a few, semi-salvageable items and multiple sharp cuts due to his impatience and sudden intense drive and urge to continue to pull and scrape, pull and scrape, over and over again till his anger was once let out again. Of course, it would only last as a temporary outlet for it, but it was making him feel better already. The small but semi-painful wounds covered from his hands to his arms; luckily, Edward was becoming so used to and completely disconnected from his injuries that he could easily pick up the gears and metals and run off with them. As Edward was about to pick his parts, he heard soft rustling in the grass, which sent him immediately into alert; he pulled the items close to his chest and began to bolt off, running until he was sure he was hidden well enough from being spotted by presumably the GCPD.
Edward slowly sat behind a stable wall; he clung to the gears in his arms and snarled (again); he felt incredibly tense and looked from the corner of the wall to see if anyone was still near him. The moment he let out a small breath, he felt something tickle his left elbow, he instantly spun around and looked in surprise as he had assumed it was a long crawly bug.
But instead, it was a small but pretty black cat, one with long white whiskers and white paws and spots. He watched completely stiffly as it sniffed his elbow and arm, giving a small but affectionate lick, which quickly turned into grooming. His brows furrowed as he scoots away, the kitten attempts to follow him and sniffs his elbow once again, his discomfort getting the better of him as he once again pulls away further and further. After a moment of looking at his surroundings, he stands up again and begins to scurry off, hopefully near somewhere he could easily get back to his hideout. The corner took him further into the subway station, he groaned and once again almost slumped, walking towards an exit brought him much more "joy" (or satisfaction) than it should have.
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The moment Eddie was "home," he threw his scraps onto the floor and forcefully sat in his chair. His back curved and tensed painfully, which was another pain that he quickly ignored as he stuck band-aids on his arms to his hands. Edward desperately craved to begin his long work on his robots, but the fatigue was once again pulling at him too strongly; he huffed out, but it was futile; his body was fighting back and was winning. Reluctantly, he sat up, robotically walked toward his sofa, flopped onto it, and nearly went to sleep.
"Mrow"
He shot up, groaning and whining the moment his hazy eyes laid upon the black kitten; the cat was looking up at him curiously. Apparently, the furry little beast had followed him home.
"NNnnnugh! go away you blasted feline! Doesn't Catwoman need you to help with some cat burglary or some bathing operation?" He said grumpily, attempting to shoo the kitten away. The cat curiously looked at his hands and rubbed against them, she then bit his fingers playfully, making him pull back in pain and surprise. Grumbling underneath his breath must have been the wrong move, as she climbed up with her claws.
"NOnonononon! No! Get- You're not- Gaaahh!" he pinched the bridge of his nose, watching in annoyance as she fully climbed up, licking her mouth and scanning the new area. She walked over towards him and the feeling of tenseness occupied again. She rolled over onto her side and nipped at his sleeves (which itself was going to tear new holes into his clothing)
After a while of the cat getting comfortable around Edward (by comfortable, her laying on his chest while he lays on his back staring at the ceiling for a good couple of minutes to hours) and not wanting to leave at all, he gently scooped her up with both of his hands and looked at her for a moment, thinking.
"Black cat with white spots, small, presumably a young kitten, would describe why you're awfully so playful and friendly…." He said plainly.
Her eyes seemed to have no thought behind them as she looked all around her.
"mreow"
"……Perhaps I can afford for you to stay longer…." He lowered her back down onto his chest.
They both slept wonderfully. With Edward lightly snoring of course.
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BONUS:
When Batman arrived at another one of Enigma's death-traps, he surely wasn't expecting a very mischievous looking Edward holding up a black and white cat in his arms while giving the world's (not) longest and most boastful speech of his life.
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@cat-enigma (credit to them bec they gave the idea for the fic!!) and @andthetapeworms :3
