#because cat

a dc x dp crossover

It was a cold night in Gotham City. September was usually pretty cold, but with the wind in his face, Damian still couldn’t help but shiver in his insulated Robin uniform. He crept silently along the thin edge of the windowsill he was balanced on, several stories high, crouching to slide the unlocked window open. Fools. For such prestigious “ghost hunters” with all their advanced technology and high-tech weapons, their personal security was severely lacking.

Damian slipped into the shadows and melded into the darkness behind the curtains, greeted by the timeless, still air of a freezing hotel room. Damian scowled, realizing it was so cold he could see his breath when he exhaled. Who doesn’t turn on the heat in their room in September? In Gotham?

If Damian was totally honest, he much preferred his task to those of his brothers. The Ghost Eradication Convention they’d attended earlier had been unlawful at best, and cruel and downright psychotic at worst. From what the Bats had gathered from Barbara’s research and the Justice League Dark’s intel, the Infinite Realms was a dimension that connected all other universes and dimensions as well as being home to a whole other range of species. The foolish convention was promoting the capture, torture, dissection, and eradication of these ecto-entities. According to the Justice League Dark, they were practically begging for interdimensional war—one that Earth wouldn’t win.

Damian hated it there. He acted unbothered, but Richard could always read him like a book. Once they’d gotten to the “live dissection” events, they’d watched in horror as more than one ecto-animal was pinned or restrained and treated like a science experiment.

The Fentons had led the event. Father had tasked him, Robin, to search the Fentons’ hotel room that night during the weapons unveiling show. Red Robin and Black Bat were placed to watch the exits of the convention and take names and faces of those who arrived or left, with easy transport nearby in case Robin needed backup. Batman, Red Hood, and Nightwing were attending the showcase in their hero identities under the guise of looking for defense against ghosts.

So yes, Damian much preferred his job to theirs.

The room was quiet. There was nothing particularly odd about the room itself—bland art on the walls, a brown and beige color scheme, and ever-so-slightly sticky carpet, Damian noted with distaste—but when he took a good look around, it became incredibly apparent that the Fentons were not known for their subtly. They’d hidden nothing, leaving bulky guns with cheesy branding out on the drawers and counters. Their packed bags sat at the end of the queen bed, overflowing with unfolded clothes. Damian’s nose scrunched in disgust. He quickly rifled through the drawers and closet, finding them empty, and was digging through one of the luggage bags when he first heard the noise.

Damian froze and ducked behind the bed, scanning the room with the night vision in his mask lenses. He saw no motion near the door or windows. Nothing.

So where did—

There.

A quiet scuffle, a soft hitched breath. Someone else was in the room with him.

Damian crept out of his hiding place, a hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, and rechecked the room properly. This time he saw something he’d originally missed. In the corner of the room, there was what looked like a large box covered in some kind of blanket or sheet. Through an uneven fold near the bottom, Damian catches a wisp of what looks like white fur. Not a box beneath that drape after all, then.

He swelled with righteous fury. The convention started early in the morning and the Fentons hadn’t left once. Did those sick scientist freaks leave a caged animal in their freezing hotel room all day?

His hands left his katana as he rushed towards the cage. Damian pulled back the blanket cover slowly, conscious in his efforts to soothe whatever creature was inside, no doubt afraid.

That is not a cat, nor a dog.

That is a boy.

2.5 hours later, the kitty wandered off, and the train departed the station.