What do you think Batboys and Bruce will do when they get jealous of reader's cat? Because of work and patrolling Gotham, they often have to leave her alone. So they adopted a cat and gave it to the reader. Unexpectedly, the reader got way too attached to the cat and started to spend more time with it than with them.
(I think it will be funnier if the cat has the same characteristics as them. For example- Bruce's cat is broody, Dick's cat is playful, etc. It hates them for trying to get closer to its owner and starts to compete with them)
A/n: this was so cute, ended up adding terry and ghost-maker for self indulgence - hope you don't mind anon >////<
Bruce: Ojos Azules
Blue eyes clash with another pair of blue eyes, both staring each other down.
It was supposed to be a day spent and dedicated towards you. Enjoy your presence and have some quality time as lovers. But apparently, someone had other ideas when he started meowing at you the second you both woke up.
Usually, he’s an animal lover - loving all animals equally. This cat, however, is challenging him in all the worst ways as he somehow manages to keep both your attention and affection towards him and away from your very lover who’s been suffering from the lack of for too many days.
“Isn’t Bruce so cute?”
…Right. You named the cat after him because he reminded you of him from his physical trait of black hair and blue eyes to his brooding demeanor.
“Yes. Cute.” The grip on the mug tightens, his eyes squinting as he takes a sip of the coffee you brewed specially for him.
He knows, for a fact, that that cat is being smug. He can see it in his eyes as he continues calmly grooming himself for over an hour on your lap, fully conscious that the former isn’t able to kick him out, out of fear he would disappoint or hurt you. All while pointedly looking at him.
However, he’s not just any person. He’s both Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprise and Batman. And both never lose.
“By the way, how long has it been since… Bruce take a bath?”
Instantly, those cat ears perk up, rapidly snapping his head up towards him.
“Hmm, probably four weeks ago? Why?”
“Well, today’s the day Damian bathes cat Alfred so I was thinking why not give one to Bruce too?”
Bruce smirks as the other glares at him and starts hissing all while you’re blissfully unaware of everything and innocently agree to it.
Of course, it shouldn’t be a surprise for him to latch on to you, keeping an arm around you and constantly pressing kisses all over the second you leave Bruce to Damian. You did seem to have caught on, asking if he was jealous when he doesn’t let go which leads to him to tangle his lips with yours to distract you from further realizing his pettiness against a cat of all things.
Dick: Ragdoll
He found out the reason why he was raising a dog and not a cat: dogs knew how to share, the other not so much.
Most days are fine, great even. With the exception of the other being a cat, it feels like you and him are raising two puppies. Tries stealing treats, busy playing with either Haley, him, or the toys, enjoys rubbing against him, today was going as normal.
But then, both of them tried to grab your attention, him tilting his head up from the sofa calling out your name while the other, perched on his hind legs in front of the kitchen, meows loudly.
He genuinely thought and expected you were going to go to him and call over the other to join.
“Um, hello? I think you forgot something over here?”
“Hold on, Dick.” Scooping the gray-feline into your arms, said feline purrs when you scratch him under the chin. “It seems like Grayson’s hungry, so let me get him something to eat first.”
He would’ve let it pass if it was either the first time this happened or it didn’t happen frequently in general. Except it’s not and it happens too many times, giving your kisses and smiles that are meant for him to, not your and his new son, your apparently new man like right now.
He’s even named Grayson, because, your words, he’s like a son that strongly resembles dad. A son!
Worse?
Dick huffs, eyes blown wide from being fully offended.
Over your shoulder, the furball smirks at him. Smirks. At. Him. Eyes and lips turned up and all.
“Yeah, sure. Take your time. Leave your wounded and love-deprived boyfriend, since he’ll be staying here, waiting until you come back.” He grumbles, slouching on the couch and doom scrolling on his phone.
Petty, yes, yet effective, as you head towards the sofa as soon as you put Grayson down and pull him into your arms a.k.a his spot with his name all over in every sense.
“Oh come on don’t be like that.” You coax, carding your fingers through his hair.
He buries his face into your shoulder, not responding as he was trying to hide the victorious grin that only the other could see and currently was hissing at.
Needless to say, the whole day ends up getting spent with you sandwiched between the two, both males glaring as Dick keeps his arms possessively around your waist and tries to keep the other from further burying himself into you.
Jason: Maine Coon
Is this how it feels to be the side-chick in a relationship?
That's the question stuck in his head as he leans against the wall and watches you continue giving the fluff ball of orange belly rubs. An event that’s been going on for over an hour.
Don’t get him wrong, he likes animals, especially pets. Sure, maybe since he was a dog owner, he probably doesn’t know how to take care of cats but he’s pretty sure they don’t need to be coddled 24/7.
And dammit all, it’s his day off for crying out loud. He’s been looking forward to today, finishing all his missions out of pure motivation that he would be able to be with you to his heart's content. Finally recharge his battery that’s fueled by you and your affection. By the look of things, though, it’s obviously not going to be happening anytime soon.
Sticking to each other like glue, the only time he isn’t with you is when you need to go look at some flowers. Otherwise, he’s following you everywhere and keeping your attention on him whether it’s rubbing and patting your leg, jumping on things so he’d be in line of your sight. Then there’s you, indulging him without any restraint and neglecting a very important, certain someone.
“Jason, don’t you want to play with Hood too?”
…There’s also that which he still doesn’t get. He’ll give the whole “wanting to keep you to himself” thing because you’re the best thing in the world. Other than that, he’s friendly, outgoing, likes socializing and talking to people. He’s not grumpy, grouchy, or aloof 24/7 like a certain cat that was named because of how he “acts like him”.
Whatever.
“…Sure.”
You were most definitely not expecting getting picked up, yelping while Hood hisses as he slips his hands under your arms and plops you into his lap.
“Jason!”
“What? I’m just joining in on the fun.” Absolutely shamelessly and feeling satisfied that he’s finally able to hold you and assert dominance over the other male.
Better, he couldn’t retaliate after you scolded him for trying to scratch “his dad” and had to resort to sheer pettiness by slinking down and avoiding his hand which resulted in more exasperation from you and more opportunities for him to do everything he’s been holding back from doing to placate you.
Tim: Abyssinian
It’s one hundred percent the cat’s fault.
Covered in soap suds and drenched in water, both him and Jackson sit in front of you in the bathroom, matching blank expressions on their faces as they get one of the worst nagging in their lifetime.
Already the two didn’t like each other, the day starting with him waking up and sympathizing with that one guy in the meme where instead of some giant plushie, you’re holding onto the cat.
Still, he somehow convinced himself it was fine since he’ll be able to be with you for the rest of the day.
That turns out to be a lie where every time he approaches you, he’s hissing and growling like he’s the unwanted guest. Sometimes attempts to attack him too. You, on the other hand, don’t even realize how all of this happens right behind your back. The second you turn, he’s acting cute and you’re showering praises and cuddling him.
Honestly, this had to be the reason for Alfred not letting him bring a cat back to the Manor. He must’ve had a premonition that he and cats don’t mesh together, which now he sees and agrees that it checks out as he’s being treated as the homewrecker.
Then, Drake (he will die on the hill he’s not “calculating mischievous" like him) messes up when you try to get Tim to hold him and throws a fit. Fast forward to the current situation, after attempts were made by you to get them to at least tolerate the other.
He’s not sulking; he’s just bitter and disgruntled as he slumps in one of the kitchen chairs after having to wash and put on fresh clothes, lips puffed out while playing on the Switch.
“Tim… you’re not sulking are you?”
You must’ve placed the cat in your room, appearing without him.
“… ‘m not sulking.” He grumbles, eyes glued to the screen and refusing to look at you.
“Well, then get ready or else we’ll miss the dinner appointment.”
Say what now?
“What do you mean-“
“Barry should be coming over any time now to take care of Drake until tomorrow evening unless you want me to-“
“At least tell me the first!”
He made sure to make a point that he didn’t appreciate your teasing for getting jealous over dinner later that night, giving you a taste of your own medicine afterwards while the day after, he managed to bribe the cat into truce with treats you hid.
Duke: Bengal
He doesn’t know what he did to have the cat out and hold something against him but at this point it’s mutual.
“Give him a chance, Duke. He’s only doing that cause he likes you.”
No, no he’s not is what he wants to say after his cup, thankfully plastic and empty, gets swiped off the table the umpteenth time. If not his cup, it’s his notebook, then pencils, essentially everything.
It would be nice that it was the cat being the cat, hearing from you how you often have to scold him for it if he wasn’t smiling at him across the table despite the look he gives and the words he mouths.
“Nah, it’s fine.” Sighing, he leans over to pick up the cup. “Probably he’s not used to me since I don’t hang out and see him much.”
After all, he’s part of the problem, the real problem being how you seem so attached to him. Outside of hanging out at school, you’re always insisting on having dates at your or his place or anywhere that’s cat-friendly. Which is fine except your hands stay busy and glued to him, whether it’s to give him treats, belly rubs, toys, or to keep him still if he seems to be getting to cause trouble. That. Now that’s crossing the line.
He wants to hold your hand. Hug you, even better get a hug back. But that’s not possible if you’re busy, now is it? Especially when Cosmos, the sassiest cat he’s ever met, times everything so well to prevent anything of said actions from happening. To hell being needy, he follows you everywhere and you, you, you let him-! Including the bathroom!
The second you turn away to grab something out of your backpack next to you, he glares at the mini-leopard, sharpening at the dead giveaway that the other was amused by its tail slowly wagging back and forth. Asshole.
The room goes back to being silent, the sound of pencils scratching paper until, not lasting a minute, you place your pencil down.
“Let’s go get ice cream.”
It takes a second for him to realize what you meant, breaking out into a grin as he follows you out. And yes, it was childish to snicker and point at the cat giving him a dirty glare behind your parents’ and your back when the two of you came back after fulfilling his desire to hold you but after everything, it was so worth it.
Damian: Arabian Mau
This is a tragedy. A challenge. A distressful series of events.
The animal-loving side of him is devastated by unsuccessfully getting a cat to like him, the boyfriend side of him getting annoyed how the feline would continue blocking his way to being with you.
Everything he did to get Zumurrud to like him doesn’t work. Half of the cat-related stuff in your home is from him, piling up from failed attempts. His hand is littered in bite marks, the cat choosing chomp rather snuggle whenever he tries to get him to become familiarized with his scent. The second he enters the room, it becomes a talent show of how range the feline’s vocals are where for the past few days now, he isn’t able to secretly visit you like usual and before.
“Probably it’s karma. He’s similar to you, you know?” You raise your arm up, the cat nudging it so he could nuzzle your side.
He gives you a sharp look,clicking his tongue. How? How exactly is he similar to him? He saw how demanding the other can be, yelling at you obnoxiously over the fact he’s hungry when he recently ate or suddenly wanting physical attention after rejecting it when you literally offered a second ago. He, also, doesn’t interfere with his siblings’ quality time with their lovers whereas the cat he gave you, that acted deceptively docile when he first met him, would casually come over and sit between him and you causing a gap and no room for the couple's quality time spending.
“Hmph, I’m nothing like him.” He scowls, turning his head to the opposite direction.
There’s too much to envy right now, you getting along with Zumurrud, Zumurrud getting to constantly be with you. He doesn’t mind spending the whole day at your place and watching over a cat as a date! This whole thing would’ve been perfect if only the cat liked him-!
He lightly bites his lips, emotions tied up and complicated until he feels something warm and heavy on his shoulder.
“I do like you more though.”
…It’s not because he thinks you’re being cute that he let’s go and returns your gesture of holding his hand by giving yours a squeeze back and resting his head on top of yours.
Terry: Siamese
This is ridiculous.
Both an eyebrow and a corner of his lips twitches as he leans on the door frame.
“Do you realize how long you’ve been holding on to… TT.” He says slowly, face contorting when he repeats the name you’ve given the cat.
“Obviously not long enough.” You gently rub circles on TT’s cheek, an action starting from when he kneaded your legs. “Also, quit calling his name like that unless you can think of any better names that actually suit him.”
Wow. W-ow. It’s been a week since he picked up and given you the cat and now said furball has you completely around his…paw? Toe?
Regardless, you’re completely enamoured with the cat seeing he has yet to see you without TT and that’s as both Batman and his civilian persona.
Pushing himself back onto his feet, he walks and plops himself right next to you on the floor.
“I just don’t get it when he doesn’t resemble me.” He blows a raspberry at the cat, mimicking his voice when TT grunts at him.
“Seriously?” A small frown forms at the look you give him, deepening when you faux a heavy sigh. “You both have attitude problems for starters.”
“Not as bad as this little guy’s.”
“We’re really going to go there?”
“I’m your number one, though, aren’t I? Or are you going to say he’s your number. Both of us being number one doesn’t count by the way.” He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his head into your shoulder.
“Fine, I’ll give you that.” It does little to make him feel better despite your fingers threading through his hair, leading him to pull you closer to him.
He contemplates what he should do next to express his dissatisfaction until your next words.
“It’s more because he’s from you that makes him really special.” Quiet and soft, masking it as begrudging rather than embarrassment.
It would’ve worked if your neck didn’t spike into a fever, his lips stretching into a smile at the signs and knowing what they meant. The moment gets temporarily ruined when TT, sensing your attention off of him, paws at your chest though that doesn’t stop him from stealing a few kisses and chuckling at the outrage the cat displays at each of them.
Minkhoa Khan: Singapura
To think he’s come this low.
With you, he experiences various emotions he typically doesn’t feel therefore having many firsts. This first is of the few he does not welcome however. It’s not towards a human either but a cat. An animal.
“Your beans are so cute!” You squeal, the cat chirping as it lays flat and lets you play with his paws.
The whole purpose of the small thing was to act as his stand-in whenever he’s on longer missions or isn’t able to see you, his breed known to be more extroverted and adventurous fulfilling the role of being simply a pet. No where was there supposed to be the development of attachment-issues, not even in the finest print.
Slowly taking a sip of the wine that he keeps twirling in his hand, he continues watching you play with the other, this time a string toy. Where you managed to hide and pull it out from, he genuinely doesn’t know and makes a mental note to figure how you were able to do it without him noticing later.
“At this point, it’s not me that's your lover but the cat.”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” You chuckle, dangling the toy further up. “Minh’s too adorable for his own good.”
What cute?
Nothing about the other is cute, if anything, he’s an annoyance. He will stick, follow, and stay with you everywhere and all the time, perched on your shoulder, sitting on the counter, sprawled out on your belongings that you’re using, not letting your lover have any alone time with you as you, now a “cat mom”, focus on him and fulfilling the former’s needs rather than the latter’s.
“Let me guess, there's an 'h' at the end of his name.”
“I mean, he likes to make friends with everybody like you though actual friends and not the type of friends you tend to make.”
Oh, that’s how you’re going to play?
“Icon, keep the cat company for a few minutes.”
Despite the AI’s rebuttal on how can a system distract a pet, he wastes no time getting up and throwing you over his shoulder as he heads toward the bedroom to show you in another way how the two of them are different.
