Cats out of the Box
Prompts: “Listen, I don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.” With Damian. And can the reader be the one with kittens?
Pairing: None, platonic Damian X Reader
You hadn’t expected your fostercat, Boop, to go into labor so soon. So when at five thirty in the morning when you woke up to check on her and found her already in labor. You were frantic, calling your boss, Mr. Wayne,“Sorry sir, I know you had important meetings today, but I have a … family emergency!”
“Y/N, this is the first time you’ve ever asked for time off,” Mr. Wayne’s somewhat groggy voice,“ I can get someone to cover for you a two days. No worries, take care.”
You let out a sigh of relief,“Thank you sir.”
You hung up and immediately started to type on your computer, you had been prepared thanks to the company that you foster through, but a little refresher course would be great.
Boop was in her covered box, she hadn’t moved, you checked in on her every twice an hour, pulling back a scrap of fabric from the door as you did so. You had emailed the vet and the shelter that you had received her from. You had some towels to rub the kittens with- should you need them- and had on some clothes that you could loose if you needed too. You had managed to not peer into the box and get your eyes clawed out. it took several grueling hours, and you almost lost your breakfast and your lunch due to your weak stomach, because you had to get rid of the placenta. But four healthy kittens were born. Two looked almost exactly the same, a light sandy color, and one dark red kitten while the smallest kitten was a pretty dark yellow tabby. They were all female, and looked strong, so you left he mother and kittens alone, setting out food and water for Boop whenever she wanted it. The vet would make a special house call for you while your sister was off of work for the summer, so she could stay and look up on the kittens when you got back to work on Monday.
You had snapped some pictures and sent them to your sister, before finally changing out of your sweats into a pair of jeans. You were in the kitchen when you heard Boop’s angry hiss and a yelp of pain- a human one. You dropped your plastic cup of water onto the ground and rushed back into the room to find Robin, the boy wonder, the tiny angry one, holding his hand. The window was open and he was pouting at Boop’s box.