New Cats- DCxDP prompt
Damian found three new cats to take home. Three little tuxedo cats that were surprisingly quiet. Damian made a list of names starting with Gossamer, Ethereal, and Celeste but they were too long so they were named Phantom, Specter, and Wraith.
It's hard to notice anything weird about cats because cats are weird. These cats were weirder though. Disappearing and reappearing. Getting into places impossible for them. Responding like they understand you. Okay that sounds like normal cats but they are not normal cats. Normal cats don't walk through walls and float.
Damian refuses to listen to reason when Tim insists that the cats understand them. His cats are fine and he's not letting Tim take them away for any reason. Not that he had the chance when the cats stuck close to Damian.
One afternoon while Tim was on his computer a cat got in. Tim didn't know how he got in but he was used to it by now.
It was Phantom the least destructive one.
Phantom curled up on Tim's pillow after kneading it to his preferred softness.
Out of boredom Tim decided to test just how smart the cat was.
"Phantom, shake" Tim said holding out his hand to the cat.
After a moment Phantom placed a soft white paw on Tim's palm and letting thim shake his paw.
"Alright, now spin."
Phantom got up and lazily span in a circle and curled up again letting out rumbly meow.
"Last one, play dead."
Phantom let out a loud yowl and flopped off the bed and collapsed.
"A bit dramatic but-" Tim leaned down to check on the cat hoping he hurt himself in the fall. Only the cat wasn't getting back up.
"Okay funs over cat," Tim said shaking the cat as it lay limply on its side with it tongue out
Tim frantically checked for a pulse and there was nothing.
"Oh no, I killed the cat. Damian is going to actually kill me this time." Tim said picking up poor little Phantom. He was a good cat. A strange one but a good one.
Ok, so, now Tim is on his way to Damian's room to give him the bad news.
He knocks.
"Who is it?"
Ok, Damian was in a good mood for what Tim can sense in his tone.
"Tim"
"... Get in"
Ok, Tim didn't know if him being calm now was a good or a bad signal.
However he entered the room.
"Look I have a confession, it wasn't my fault I just- Wait, IS THAT PHANTOM?!" And right there, on Damian's lap, was the cat Tim thought dead.
"Well it's not Specter nor Wraith, for how long have you been awake, Drake?" Damian looked at Tim like he was a weirdo, which, fair, but still rude.
"Thirty-six hours but that doesn't matter"
"So what did you want to confess" Now Tim didn't know what to say, confess he thought he accidentally killed the demon's brat's cat?
"... I ate the fried chicken you left in the fridge"
"Timothy"
"Hm?"
"... I'm vegan"
"Oh, right, I forgot, so it mustn't have been yours, anyways bye"
And he left.
Tim still swears up and down that Phantom had died but that didn't change the fact that the cat was still very much prancing around the manor.
Recently Cass and Steph started a Instagram page for the cats. Wraith the kitten, Phantom the kind of scraggly fuzzball and Spector the big fluffy one.
The cats are still weird but now they are on video. The pictures are at least a little blurry due to them always moving.
Writhe seems to always have this look on her face like she doesn't know if she exists. Then she wedges herself in a corner that no one knew existed and has to be pulled out for her own safety. She yearns for the mines the way she gets into the walls.
Spector just likes sleeping and uses his maine coon sized build to take up as much space as possible. He also doubles as Damian's pillow when needed. He also moonlights as a blanket since Wraith and Phantom will wedge themselves under him like baby chicks.
The cats almost never leave their favorite robin alone. They must be smart because they know how to follow orders like picking up and carrying things for Damian. Although Writhe has taken up helping Damian with his hair. Although it probably looks better on cats because the spiky wet hair from cat licks doesn't look good on him.
Tim encountered Phantom again and this time he was sitting on Tim's desk.
"Meow."
"Oh no you don't. I know your game. I'm not falling for it again. I know you can understand me."
"Mew?"
"Nope."
Tim picked you Phantom and placed him outside his door. As he sat back down a loud pathetic yowl was heard on the other side of the door. Pawing scratches rang out.
Reluctantly Tim gave in and opened the door. Phantom gave him a look before jumping on the bed and making himself comfortable.
"Happy now?"
The cat purred.
What Tim wasn't paying attention to was Wraith who was currently using his computer like a toy as she danced across the keyboard.
