#kitteh kitteh

The kitten is demanding, climbing up his pantleg the moment he stands and yowling for attention until he, with a huff that might be a laugh, gathers the kitten into his hands and holds it - her - against his chest.

“Okay, where’d she come from?” he asks as he closes the door behind him and comes further into the room. His eyes, staring down at the creature whose purring quite happily, are a little less dead than they had been the last few days.

It was a beautiful day outsides. The sun was shining for once, the weather was less horrible than usual, the citizens of Gotham seemed to have a spring in their step, and everything was practically radiating happiness and optimism.

Jonathan had shut himself up in his windowless office- or maybe there was a window on the other side of the closed blinds, but he had never once in the years he worked at Arkham, checked- and ignored everything that wasn't his work. Some would think that he hated bright, sunny days and smiling faces. This assumption would not be incorrect. Unfortunately for the good doctor, the bright cheer of the day seemed to be somehow determined to force itself on his life. He wasn't sure when or how, but a stray kitten had managed to break into his office.