#cat!jason

[shroudedmoon]

:DDD more dc kitties

steph, damian, tim, bruce, dick

[comatose--overdose]

After getting into an argument with the family, Jason gets magically turned into a cat while on patrol. He retains his human mind but recognizes a golden opportunity when he sees one and so he pretends that he didn't.

He proceeds to knock every single item off of every single shelf in the bat cave and Bruce's office.

He makes Tim watch as he pushes his favorite mug off the table

He's huge and he's FLUFFY. Solid black except for a white spot in the middle of his forehead between his ears and at the very tip of his tail. Big boy, weighs like 20 lbs and it's all muscle.

"This isn't a house cat, it's a fucking long-haired mini-panther" -Tim, before Jason promptly starts chewing on his shoelaces and unties them so he trips.

There are hairballs in most of Bruce's shoes, and even one on Dick's favorite pair too.

He pees on Tim's bed.

Any time anyone tries to pet him he immediately sticks his ass in their face

He considers catching the tiny gray mouse that's been driving Alfred insane for the last two weeks but he can't bring himself to do it because it turns out the mouse is actually very sweet. Her name is Millie, and she wishes Gotham wasn't so cold. But the Manor is warm and there's so much to eat, she's never had a home this wonderful before. Jason can relate. He carefully sets off all the mouse traps hidden around so they can't hurt her. Alfred just stares when he goes into the pantry only to see his grandchild, as a cat, curled up napping with a mouse. Jason looks up and actually glares at him. Unbelievable.

She shows him all the little nooks and crannies and pathways that are much too small for humans. Jason now knows the Manor better than even Alfred.

(when he's human again, Jason carefully catches Millie, who seems to still recognize him, and keeps her safe and happy with a big warm habitat and lots of food. Jason always remembers who his friends are, even if they can't communicate anymore)

He repeatedly steals meat from Bruce, Stephanie, and Duke. He'll wait until they aren't looking and then drag it off their plate and trot off to enjoy his pilfered meal (sometimes he shares with Cat Alfred or Millie). Dick just gives him some of his because honestly, Jason's a little shit but he's never been more adorable and he's still his little brother. Big Birb feeds the little wings.

They start making him his own plate of meat because one, they got tired of theirs being stolen (not that that stopped) and two: they only had to make the mistake of offering him regular cat food once to know to never try it again

(Bruce had to spend a fortune on new furniture and curtains AND Tim needed stitches from all the biting, because of course he was the one who tried to feed him cat food.

"What?! He's a cat! I thought he'd like it!"

It nearly broke his cover but fuck that, he was not eating that shit. Baby bird gon' learn today.)

He finally spends some time bonding with Jarro

Every time someone uses a laptop or the batcomputer he lays all over the keyboard and rolls around, refusing to move.

Bruce is just.... Covered in scratches. Jason swipes at his ankles every time he walks by, Bruce tries to pet him and he latches on with all four paws and teeth. He'll deliberately lay traps the old man can't resist, rolling over to show his belly and Bruce falls for it every time. Weak.

Just open the goddamn door and let him into the garden, please, he is NOT gonna shit in a box. He'll shit in your shoes first, Steph.

It turns out Alfred the Cat is a wonderful conversationalist. He is also friends with Millie and has been trying to bring her to Damian's attention for a while now so he can protect her.

(Jason tells Damian this later, who then gives Cat Alfred ALL the scritches and offers to help Jason look after Millie if he ever has to be away for an extended period of time)

Titus is a good boy who doesn't give him any trouble, but for the time being, he tries (and often fails) to avoid Ace. Not because he's hostile, but because he still recognizes him as Jason and COVERS him in spit. He will not stop licking him. Alfred has to give him a bath because Ace licks him after getting into some peanut butter and honestly Jason has never been more disgusted in his life because it's EVERYWHERE but Cats Don't Like Water so he takes two Ls back-to-back there. The yowling made everyone worried he was dying and they all came running, but he was just being Dramatic™️

(He can't be mad at Ace tho, he knows he's always been Ace's favorite. Ace is a sweet boi)

Every time he breaks something, Tim threatens to have him neutered.

"The price of the next mug is gonna be your balls you furry little asshole."

He pees in Tim's bed again.

The only ones he doesn't terrorize are Alfred, out of respect (mouse protection aside), Cass, because She Somehow Knows and is just letting him have his fun without spoiling it, and Damian, because resisting his Disney Princess bullshit is honestly the most likely thing to immediately give the game away to everyone else. Plus, Dami may be a brat but he's not gonna scratch a kid on purpose and besides, he's honestly never been nicer to Jason. Figures he has to have fur and four legs for the Demon to show some affection.

Roy catches wind of what's happening because Dick's got a big mouth when it comes to things like this and so he shows up to see it for himself and everyone is LIVID when he's the only one (other than the aforementioned three) allowed to pet Jason and rub his belly without getting clawed. Boyfriend privileges, bitches.

As soon as Jason and Roy are alone for a few minutes, Jay starts tapping out Morse code and lets him in on the act so he can help him cause chaos and jealousy.

Oh he just loooves Roy, just loves laying in his lap and rubbing their faces together and flopping over against his side, even licks him on the cheek. Look how cute he is guys, just a cuddly little cat, don't you just wanna hold him and squeeze him and give him scritches? But you can't!! But Roy can.

Dick and Bruce are fuming. Tim is starting to figure out they're being conned but he can't prove it, goddammit.

Roy's just enjoying the cuddles and snuggles. Jason isn't usually this affectionate when other people are around. Jay may be a cat right now, but Roy will take what he can get.

He will chase the laser light. For appearances. Only... Only for appearances... Must...catch...fairy....

Catnip is the best damn thing in the world, holy SHIT.

There's nothing Zatanna or Constantine can do, the spell just has to wear off, but he gets two weeks of (mostly) consequence free mischief in the meantime.

[More Cat!Jason posts here]

[butterfly-with-wings-writes]

So im really obsessed with fanfics where Tim gets turned into a cat for plot related reasons, and then Jason comes across him and adopts him. Theyre one of my favourite genres of fic

But i kinda also want to see Jason getting turned into like a small wet kitty, and then Tim finds him and takes him home. It could be a freshly returned to Gotham Jason, whos angry and spiteful and hates Tims guts, and then instead of getting the "oh no im attacking a kid" thing that happen in a lot of Titan tower aus, you just get the revelation much earlier (obviously Jason would be the worst piece of shit cat, but Tim does not have good self preservation skills on a good day so hed keep him)

Or maybe it could be when things are more settled family wise, and it could just be a "Tim is not doing the best mentally" where Jason cat just observe Tim being like super neglegtful of his own need ya know, or it could be a boyfriend reveal, Jason gets to meet Bernard (or Kon or someone else ig if you ship that more) on accident bc, hes a cat eh

Idk i just think it could be kinda cool, there probably more stuff oyu could do with it too i know, but this is just what i could come up with on the spot

[striveattemptfail]

tbh all this tells me is that jason is in fact a lil kitty cat 😌😌

yaya i know the imagery is just that the red hood is like a feline stalking its prey before going in for the kill etc etc

but tbh all i wanna do now is draw cat ears on red hood's helmet LMAO

[derogatoryemployed]

me @ cat!jason au by @comatose--overdose 😌🙏

[ragingbookdragon]

I'd say I regret this but @bunnvoid makes it too funny to regret. Have Cat!Jason peeps

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He’d been pissy ever since the incident. Of course, everyone was enjoying it way too much to actually take it seriously—at least Bruce was an adult and contacting the necessary magicians and sorcerers to speed up the de-catifying process. Still though, Jason was pissed because his siblings wouldn’t fucking shut up about being a “catboy,”—he was going to murder them all in their sleep. He was.

The only person who’d yet to make a comment was his best friend but he knew it was coming at some point because items that a stereotypical cat would like were showing up in the apartment they shared. It started with wrapping twine around one of the posts in the house, an innocent “beach-theme decoration,” they’d said—a fucking scratching post is what it was and try as he might, he couldn’t help but hone those impossibly sharp and extraordinarily strong claws on it. Not where they could see it of course, but nonetheless, they’d had a grin a mile-fucking long the next day and Jason almost hissed.

The next “decoration” to show up were little ornaments from the ceiling, high enough that he had to stretch to reach but low enough to bat at. Jason struggled with those ones—repeatedly. He made the excuse that he was a basic man and slapped them every time he went by, but that stupid grin was still there, and he was going to murder them.

The final straw to chasing them around the apartment with a murderous intent was when they were sitting on the couch, and they’d pulled out a container that looked like it was full of grass. “What is that?” he asked, looking over at them, a chill going through his stomach when he saw the crooked smirk on their face as they uncapped the bottle.

“Ah, nothing much.”

His brows furrowed, mouth beginning to open when he smelt it and he immediately leaned over their arm and shoved his nose into the container, inhaling deeply, only to regret the decision horribly as the grassy substance was sucked up his nose, causing a hysteric snorting and coughing fit. Though once it subsided, he leaned back over, careful to keep his nose out of the container and simply inhaled. A content purr escaped him, and he then he heard it. He fucking heard the laughter, and he opened his eyes, glaring at them.

“This is catnip, isn’t it?” he questioned though it was more rhetorical than truly inquisitive.

“This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me,” they remarked. “Like this is hysterically hilarious, you know that, right? You’re literally a freakin’ cat, Jay.”

“I hate you,” he hissed and snatched the bottle from them, stomping over to the beanbag in the corner. Jason plopped down and glowered at them as he stuck the bottle back to his nose and smelled it.

They held up their phone. “Hey, if I take a pho—”

“If you take a fucking picture of me, I will legitimately murder you in your fucking sleep.”

“Alright, point taken. No need to be a sourpu—”

“Do not.”

“C’mon!”

“I hate my life.”

[luminescentauthor]

hey yall i slightly edited and expanded my catjay reblog so if ya want: there's that. i added kori and also more Jason napping on Bruce. I think most of the new stuff is the spray bottle section, the keyboard-sitting section, and the last paragraph.

[primeemeraldheiress]

Compiled Kitten!Au - With Part 3

“B!” Nightwing called, voice loaded with concern, drawing the older man’s attention. Batman swiftly walked over to see what he needed. The man just gestured at the pile of gear on the dirty floor of the warehouse.

Ice gripped his stomach.

A red helmet sat innocently atop a haphazard mess of weapons and clothing.

Red Hood.

Jason.

Splatters of blood dotted the area around them. He’d been injured. Batman knelt, examining the floor, the dust. A tendril of relief flowed through him as he spotted one tiny red paw print among the blood.

“Find him.” He growled to his partner.

In an instant, a black wolf stood in Nightwing’s place and he began scenting the air, determined to find his missing brother. They might be at odds right now, but they still wanted him safe. Still wanted to make sure he was okay. The wolf trotted off around the room and through the far door.

The corner of Batman’s mouth twitched as a feline warning growl reached his ears. Nightwing yipped to let him know where they were at. He heard a hiss and a more snarling.  Batman strode around the corner to find that his oldest had cornered Jason.

God, would he ever get used to the sight of his second son’s tiny animal form?

The red-spotted cat was backed into the corner, curled protectively around an injured back paw. Even with all his fur standing on end he was barely as large as one of Bruce’s hands. Dick stood easily, tail gently wagging as he gazed at the kitten.

Batman sighed. “Bring him here, Nightwing.”

That elicited a hiss of his own but an amused wuff from his eldest. Quickly, but ever so gently, Dick scruffed Jason, causing the cat to instinctively curl, before trotting over to Bruce.

Pitiful green eyes gazed balefully at his father and Batman had a difficult time not smiling. He’d always adored his second son’s form. He carefully took the kitten from Dick and, before he could dart away, began to rub his ears and neck.

Unwillingly - he could tell - Jason melted in his arms, grudgingly beginning to purr.

“C’mon, Jaylad. Let’s get that leg looked at.”

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Jason mewed pathetically as Leslie gently probed the wound on his leg. In human form, he would fight himself tooth and nail before showing discomfort or pain but Bruce and Dick knew that his tiny kitten form had a tiny pain tolerance to go with it.

One of Nightwing’s slender fingers gently caressed a small ear in comfort. It was a testament to how he was feeling that Jason rose up into his hand rather than shying away; seeking contact rather than hissing or biting.

“It’s okay, little wing.” He soothed. “It’ll be over soon.”

It was. The wound, while proportionately large on such a small frame, (Dick winced to think about what it might have looked like on Jay’s human form) only required a couple of quick stitches from the doctor.

They’d have done it themselves but this needed a more… delicate hand than any of them possessed and they were too long from the Cave to get Alfred.

Soon enough they had him bundled back into the Batmobile. Dick tried to take him, only to be shooed away as Bruce gently tucked Jason into the crook of his elbow. He poorly hid a smirk as the kitten fell asleep, exhausted from pain and fear and who knows what else.

They knew it was going to be a stressful few weeks, trying to keep an eye on him. They couldn’t even begin trying to coach him into changing back until his leg healed. It would rupture the stitches.

It had always stressed Bruce out when Jason was in cat form; he was so easy to lose or hurt. He was adorable but it came at a cost. It was also why they would have to coach him to begin with. Jason hated his form, he never spent time in it or learned how to control it or his own instincts and emotions while as a cat.

Dick crossed his fingers, hoping for a smooth few weeks but knowing it was going to be anything but.

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Jay was obviously feeling better. Bruce rolled his eyes as the cat shot him a smug look before knocking yet another item off the bookshelf in his office. He was also tired of being hidden away in Bruce’s office. 

If it wasn’t one of the cutest fucking things he’d ever seen, he’d be annoyed. Instead, it was only amusing. It wasn’t like he could cause a huge amount of damage anyway and Jason stayed away from the meaningful items. 

It helped that his leg kept him from jumping to the higher shelves where those were located.

“Jason, it’s only another week until the stitches come out. Relax.”

A feline growl met his words and he stifled a chuckle. 

“Come and nap in your box and I’ll make sure Alfred has quail for dinner.” Jason’s tail flicked back and forth a moment before he carefully leapt down from the shelf, gingerly landing on his uninjured legs. 

As he crept towards Bruce’s desk, the door to the office flung open and Damian came flying in, “Father!”

Jason jumped and hissed, startling both of them. 

Damian looked intrigued, his previous line of thought forgotten, “That’s a Rusty-Spotted Cat. From Sri Lanka. Father, why do you have one?” A small hand darted out and scooped up Jason before he could bolt. Despite his position, he still growled and hissed at the boy.

Unperturbed, Damian cooed and cuddled the kitten in his arms, stroking his head and spine; shamelessly manipulating feline biology. In seconds he had his older brother - not that he knew it - purring.

“He’s adorable.”

What was adorable was listening to Jason try to growl and purr at the same time. That was adorable. Bruce pretended to send a text message and took several pictures instead.

“What’s his name?”

Bruce quirked a brow. Well, he could be honest, but Jason had sworn the three of them - Dick, himself, and Alfred - to secrecy about his form as a kid and he wasn’t willing to risk it. 

“He doesn’t have one.” The growl/purr struggle increased. He should record this. Purely for posterity, of course. “Why don’t you name him?”

Damian looked at him a moment before declaring, “I shall call him Hannibal! Though, he’s so small for his species. Is he full grown?”

Jason was gonna hurt himself if he kept trying to sound dangerous. 

“He is.”

“Perhaps if we feed him he’ll grow more.” The boy mused.

The growling abruptly stopped. Bruce couldn’t hold in his chuckle.

Part 4