@champagneandcaviar continued from here !
Truthfully, Kitty had heard of Ratigan’s ..... episodes before this. But that was just it-- HEARD. She had never actually witnessed one for herself as she always managed to be absent during one. Frankly, she considered herself lucky. His temper was harsh enough on its own but with the added fuel of his purely volatile ferocity that came with his .... lineage ..... it truly was terrifying. She couldn’t hide the yelp and gasp that had left her lips the second Ratigan literally tore into the first mouse-- the traitorous fool, left in a wet pile of blood soaked fur, wheezing as he tried to get air-- surely the blood filling his throat. That one would suffocate first, listening to his..... accomplice meet the same awful fate that he had.
She was the one who dug up the work on these two, had given it to the Professor seeking the affirmation she always craved. Which she had received in abundance but.... she didn’t know that she also would witness a literal massacre.
Perhaps anyone sane would have ran, would have at least hidden. But Kitty didn’t dare move. She watched it all-- hand held to her mouth as her heart beat boomed within her chest-- FEAR overtaking her. Fight or flight was kicking in. But instead of either of those options, a third option arose-- APPEASE. She shakily ventured closer to her wounded, heaving employer, hands gently laying at the larger’s abdomen. Thankfully he seemed cognizant enough to comply-- that was a godsend. Kitty wouldn’t know how to react if he ever attacked HER like that. She was quick, sure. But...... not that quick.
A note is stored away to avoid this outcome as much as she can.
A quivering smile is placed at her lips and she works to keep her voice soft, calm and, above all, reassuring. He squeezes her hand and Kitty almost flinches-- instead shutting her eyes tightly before she tilts her head, sapphire hues fluttering up towards him as she worked to counterbalance his staggering weight. Someone else would have to deal with this mess that was soaking the marble floor-- or she would, later. After Ratigan was sorted. ❛ If you’ll let me..... I can inspect your side, Professor. But... lets get to your quarters first. ❜ Kitty adjusts her posture, putting pressure at her knees as she is ready to brace his weight as she slowly leads him in the direction of his room.
Normally, Kitty would stay clear of that area of the crime lord’s lair. She’d have his dinners, entertain him as he entertained her, visit his office from time to time.... But his room? She had never dared and had not planned on venturing that far. This time, the doe has little choice. ❛ Your thanks can be given once you’re fixed up, darling. Take it.... easy.. We’re walking now.❜