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A Quiet Night - Robin (Dick Grayson) x Reader

Originally posted by kusokui

Requested by Anon - an imagine where Bruce and dick are on patrol and they find Catwoman and her protégé. Could you make it all cute and funny with a lot of teasing?

It was supposed to be a quiet night of patrol. A heat wave was sweltering Gotham, keeping all crimes, major and minor down. 

However, Dick was being baked alive in his Robin suit. He almost wished he still wore the scaly green panties. Though, Dick had to admit he wasn’t jealous of Bruce, who was in his heavy black batsuit. 

The two men were on the roof of the clock tower. Dick was straddling a stone gargoyle while Bruce crouched on the roof’s edge. The clock behind him dinged, announcing the time as one o’clock.

Bruce eyed Dick as he melted onto the gargoyle. He pursed his lips, letting out a irritated sigh. 

“Alright,” he mumbled, smirking when Dick suddenly sat up on the gargoyle. “Let’s make one more round before turning in.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Dick cried, sliding off the gargoyle to stand next to Bruce. He pulled his collar away from his body, trying to let some air in. “I’m melting in this thing.” 

Bruce chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I know the feeling.” He took out his grapple gun. Just before he could fire it, an alert came over the police scanner.

“Oh no,” Dick groaned, sulking as he buried his face into his hands. His suit was starting to chafe in certain places. Uncomfortable places. 

“It’s Catwoman and Kitten,” Bruce informed, firing his grapple to fly off the roof. Dick froze for a moment, blinking several times in surprise before following.

“I thought they were robbing museums in Europe?” Dick asked through the comlink as he and Bruce swung to the location. Bruce grunted in response. The two men landed on a roof neighboring the Gotham Museum of Art. 

“Yes,” Bruce replied sharply. Dick raised an eyebrow, eyeing Bruce suspiciously. Bruce sighed before continuing. “They have been chasing a Egyptian cat statue that is part of a traveling exhibit on Egyptian art. The exhibit came to Gotham last week.”

Both men watched as two shadows slipped out of the museum’s skylight. Dick’s eyes lingered on the shorter one, wondering what was going to come of this confrontation. 

You hopped out of the skylight and into the muggy air with a burlap sack over your shoulder. Selina followed you with a similar sack in her hand. 

“That was easier than I expected,” Selina hummed, frowning in disappointment. You sent her a knowing smile.

“You expected Batman to show up, huh?” you teased, nudging her with your elbow. She gently pushed you in retaliation.

“As if you didn’t want the Dynamic Duo to show up too,” she replied, glancing around her. “A heist is no fun if there’s no chase.” Selina froze when her eyes landed on two shadows watching from a nearby roof. “Well, maybe things are looking up…”

You followed her gaze, smiling when your eyes fell upon the Boy Wonder. The one thing you were looking forward to ever since you and Selina came back to Gotham was playing with Robin again. Selina grabbed your arm, pulling you close while the two shadows swung towards you.

“Remember don’t let them know which one of us has the statue, or we can kiss the trip to the Bahamas goodbye,” Selina hissed as Batman and Robin landed in front of you. 

“Selina,” Batman warned, stepping forward. “Give me the statue.” Robin crossed his arms, glaring at you.

“Oh, Batman, I’ve missed you,” Selina purred, walking up to Batman. She traced his bat symbol with her finger. “It’s been so long since we last saw each other.” Pressing her front against his chest, Selina leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Why don’t we let the children play while we have a proper welcome home party?”  

You rolled your eyes at them, sharing a look of disgust with Robin. The two of you broke into grins as you winked at him. 

“Robin,” Batman growled in disapproval. Robin cleared his throat, forcing his face into a scowl. Your grin only grew wider at the sight. Batman focused back on Selina. “Selina,” he warned again, narrowing his eyes. 

Selina pursed her lips, tightening her hold on her burlap sack. Batman eyed it. “Oh Batman. It’s like you don’t know me at all,” she teased, turning away from him. Winking at you, she started to walk away with a swagger in her hips. You grinned when you saw Batman’s eyes were glued to them. Selina glanced over her shoulder, smirking at him. “Catch me if you can.”

Batman attempt to grab her, but Selina dodged him before leaping off the roof. She cracked her whip, and swung onto a neighboring roof. Batman was after her, gesturing to Robin to catch you. However, you were already gone, jumping off the roof in the opposite direction from Selina. 

“Hey, get back here,” Robin shouted, running after you. You laughed, snapping your whip around a nearby antenna. Swinging up to the roof, you sprinted and jumped across the gap between the buildings as you heard Robin scrambling to keep up with you. The muggy air zapped your energy, but you kept running anyway.

“Careful, Robin,” you snickered over your shoulder. “If you catch me, I just might eat you.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” Robin teased in return. You rolled your eyes as you hopped over another gap. From the rapidly approaching footsteps, you knew Robin was catching up to you. You pushed yourself to move faster. 

Just when you about to jump over another gap, a heavy warm weight crashed into your back. A scream escaped your lips as you found yourself toppling over the edge, falling fast towards the pavement far below. 

An arm wrapped around your waist, the firing of a grapple gun filling your ears. You found yourself slowing before you stopped completely, inches from the ground. 

“I got you,” Robin gasped into your ear, his arm tightening around your waist. You grabbed his arm as he lowered you both to the ground of the alleyway. Pulling away from him once your feet touched the ground, you tightened your hold on the burlap sack.

“Do I eat you now? After all, don’t cats catch birds?” you teased as Robin put his grapple gun into his utility belt. 

“But I caught you,” Robin retorted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The heat was claustrophobic around the two of you as you shifted uncomfortably in your tight costume. 

You grinned, reaching out to run a finger down the side of his cheek. He blushed under your touch. “Oh, Robin,” you sighed, shaking your head. You took a step towards him, the heat radiating from his body to yours. 

“Kitten,” Robin growled, trying to paint a bat glare onto his face. However, the smirk wouldn’t leave his lips. 

“Robin,” you whispered into his ear. He jumped away from you, pulling your burlap sack out of your hands. “Hey, give that back,” you demanded, reaching out to snatch it back. 

“No,” Robin replied, holding it out of your reach. You sighed, rolling your eyes as he opened the bag. “Wait,” he began, glancing up at you in confusing. He reached into the bag, pulling out a small Eiffel Tower figurine. “This is not the cat statue.”

 You laughed, looking at your nails. “No, it’s not.” Robin blinked, glancing between the Eiffel Tower figurine and you. You simply grinned at him.

“Selina has the statue, doesn’t she?” he replied with a sour expression. You nodded your head smugly. He studied the Eiffel Tower in his hands before trying to hand it back to you. However, you wouldn’t take it.

“I got it for you when I was in France,” you prompted with a wink. He blushed, playing with the figurine while avoiding your eye. You let out a sigh, pulling at the neck of your costume in an attempt to cool off. Robin fidgeted before you, pursing his lips as you both realized that your mentors were going to be quite ‘busy’ for sometime.

“So…” Robin began, placing the Eiffel Tower figurine in one of the pockets of his belt. You raised an eyebrow at him as he wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “Do you want to catch a movie or something since Batman and Catwoman are…”

“Yeah,” you interrupted brightly, not wanting him to finish that sentence. You grabbed his hand, pulling down him down the alleyway. “I know a way we can sneak in through the roof.”

“Wait,” Robin protested as you let go of his hand, jumping up to climb onto a nearby fire escape. “Shouldn’t we just change into civvies and actually buy tickets?”

You wrapped your leg around a rail on the fire escape before leaning back to hang upside down in front of Robin. “Robin, if we pay and sit like normal people than we can’t make out in the rafters.” You frowned at him with mockingly tearful eyes. “Don’t you want to kiss me anymore?”

Robin choked. “No, no, no,” he stammered quickly. “I always like kissing you.” You swung forward to touch your nose to his. He blushed all the way to the tips of his ears. Satisfied, you pressed a little kiss to his upper lip before swinging upright with a laugh. Robin grinned, scrambling up the fire escape after you. 

The two of you raced up the fire escape. The hot weather was far from both your minds.

noexcusespanda  asked:

How are you? Haven't seen any activity from for a while, keeping busy with college-things I wager. In any event I hope you are doing well and wish you all the best. :)

like… really really busy…

anonymous asked:

Jamie is the towns local vet, he is about to close the practice for the day when Claire rushes in with a sick/injured Adso! Sparks fly between the two.

Jamie closed the last chart of the day and stretched, enjoying the soft rock playing over the clinic speakers. It had been an unusually long day, but his paperwork was finally done, and he was ready to close shop for the weekend.

Just then, a cloud of curls burst through the doors, looking about as distressed as the woman who bore them and, for that matter, the wee cheetie she was holding carefully under its belly. It wore a crest of painful looking porcupine quills; the work of a half-hour at least.

Yet his protest that it was a minute to closing died on his lips as he met with the woman’s golden eyes.

Dumbstruck as he was, it took him a minute to connect the crisp English accent to her.

“I’m terribly sorry for bursting in so late, it’s just that it seems there are no other veterinarians open at this hour, nor for the weekend, and I came home to find that Adso had picked the wrong fight -“

The kitten narrowed its eyes and let out a rumble of displeasure, as though remembering its foe and their undoubtedly bitter battle.

“Nae trouble at all!” Jamie said a tad too enthusiastically. “Ms…”

“Beauchamp. Claire Beauchamp.” 

“Jamie Fraser. Call me Jamie.” He replied, standing back and motioning the way to one of the exam rooms.

She visibly relaxed and followed him back. “Thank you so much. Lord knows the little fool deserves it -“ was it Jamie’s imagination, or did the “little fool’s” rumbling get louder at that? - “but I worry he’d hurt himself more if I left it for next week,” Claire continued, placing the cheetie on the exam table; either unfazed by its behaviour, or used to it.

Seems ye’ve caught a witch, Jamie lad. He stymied his thoughts before they could say any further stupid things.

“A porcupine, ye say? Weel he’s luckily he didna get it worse then.” Jamie commented as he placed a hand on the cat’s fluffy rear in an attempt to stabilize him.

Lightning-fast, he pinched the quill near its base and tugged, simultaneously freeing it and producing a loud yowl from the unfortunate critter.  

“One down, about seven more to go.” Claire beamed at him.

“Ooch the first is the easiest,” Jamie explained, “these last ones, weel it depends on the beast, but I dinna think yon cheetie will let them go without a fight.”

He was somewhat embarrassed to find his Scots accent deepening in her presence, and he wondered if she noticed.

“Shhh wee cheetie, dinna fash” he murmured reassuringly, petting its unquilled lower half as he slowly lowered his hand towards what currently resembled nothing so much as a sentient and very angry dustball.

A quick paw reached out and batted his hand away, hissing.

“Adso!” Claire admonished the cat, strikingly like a parent castigating a small child, “let the nice man help you.”

Jamie couldn’t hide his grin as Adso reluctantly lowered his paw, as though he understood his human’s words.

Weel if she is a witch, I’d let her enchant me any day.

She turned an apologetic gaze towards him, “I’m so sorry, he’s really normally sweet…”

“Aye, it’s the pain doing it. I’ve had it happen with horses, so a cheetie’s no trouble.” He reassured her.

“A horse? Really! I’d wouldn’t imagine they would be so foolish as to take on a porcupine.”

She shot an accusatory look at Adso, and he looked away with as much dignity as he could muster in the situation.

Jamie couldn’t help but smile even more broadly. He was uncomfortably aware that he’d been smiling far more than was normal. Complete dolt, that’s what she thinks of ye, lad.

“Not generally, but some sometimes the two startle each other and there’s a wee stramash.”

Claire laughed, and Jamie felt oddly proud to have achieved that. When, he wondered, had he become such a bonehead around women?

He returned his attention (or at least his eyes) to the kitten, gently questing for information as he divested it of its painful ornaments.

“Ye’re not from here, I think?” He asked.

“No, I’m new to Inverness. Moved here to… finish up my medical residency.”

Caught by the sorrow of her tone, he didn’t get his hand back fast enough, and found it instantly mauled by the offended feline.

Claire let out a huff of laughter, but the echo of sorrow was still there.

Jamie extracted his finger from the beastie’s wee claws and tentatively pushed her on it.

“A sassenach in Inverness? That’s an odd choice, if ye don’t mind my saying.”

For a moment she looked as though she would brush him off, but then she let out a breath and something about her seemed to relax, to accept whatever it was she had to tell him.

“I don’t, it’s just… I’ve just gotten divorced. Wanted a fresh start and all that. Some distance.” She looked past the room as she said it, but returned to the present after a moment, meeting his eyes in a manner that had a hint of a challenge to it.

Jamie held her eyes, hoping he was managing to convey sympathy instead of the pity he imagined she often received.

“I understand, though for what it’s worth, I’m surprised any man would willingly part from you.”

He felt the heat rise in his face once more. Ye damn clumsy fool. She’s being open with ye and ye decide the best response is to flirt? Ye should be happy if she claps yer ears and walks out. No less than ye deserve.

Yet she did not clap his ears, nor indeed did she walk out. Jamie seized on the silence to make amends.

“I’m sae sorry, that was rude of me, I-“

“No, no. It was fine, really.” She seemed to hesitate over her next words, and Jamie held his breath.

“It’s just been a while since… I don’t know, since such advances were welcome, I suppose.”

Jamie felt as though he was bolted to the spot. He knew he should say something, but his mind had gone completely blank.

Strident rock chords broke their bubble.

“HEAVY PETTING / COME UP BREATHING” growled the singer  

Jamie looked as though someone had dropped him in a boiling pot. Ears glowing bright enough to rival a phone booth, he leapt out of the room and fumbled with the computer, mumbling something about “damn playlist,” and “Alec’s nephew, wee sod.”

Claire burst into laughter at this sudden spectacle, gasping for breath and earning an inquisitive “mrrp?” from Adso that perfectly matched the expression Jamie turned towards her as he re-entered the room. This did nothing to help with the breathing situation, which was becoming quite dire, all sound having been cut off in her mirth.

“Are you laughing at me?” Jamie asked, grinning as he leaned against the door frame.

“Yes, I most certainly am!” Claire gasped, trying to regain her composure.

Jamie found himself unable to resist laughing with her.

Another delicate bubble of silence enveloped them as they recovered.

“I should be on my way. Weekend clinic tomorrow.”

“Oh, aye. Of course.” He agreed, clearing his throat and trying to hide his disappointment. And what did ye think ye’d do, hey? Invite her to yer home just after meeting her? Along with her cheetie?

Claire picked up her unhappy but now de-quilled kitten, tucking him in the crook of her arm to prevent him from squirming too much as he saw her to the door.  

She opened her mouth, her face seeming to indicate something was on her mind. But she seemed to decide against it, simply smiling, thanking him, and bidding him a good night.

He beamed, transfixed by the warmth of her smile; a heat he felt right down to his bones.

“Nae trouble, Claire. Good night to you as well.”

Jamie stared at the door for some time after she left, enjoying the flittering of butterflies in his stomach before he realized he’d not thought to ask for her number.

The following week was one of the rare busy weeks at the hospital, and as such, Claire pushed her plans to meet the hot vet once more to the back of her mind. Yet as luck would have it, life intervened to give her another chance.

A plaintive howl emerged from behind the nurse’s desk as Claire walked up to it, eager to confirm her shift was indeed over so she could go home for the weekend.

Nurses Hildegarde, Fitz and Duncan were crowded around its source.

“I dinna care if it’s ill, it’s a mangy dog, no’ a person!” Geillis griped.

“Oh no, is Bouton under the weather?” Claire asked, leaning over to get a look at the miserable dog. Affectionately known as the “petit docteur,” Bouton was a familiar presence on the ward, beloved by the patients and staff (save for nurse Duncan, who seemed to be the only person in the world he didn’t get along with), and known for catching things that even the doctors missed.

“I am afraid so. He has been under the weather for the past few days; I am concerned for him.” Nurse Hildegarde explained, casting a sympathetic look at the poor beast.

“I’ll bring him to a vet!” Claire offered, rather too hastily.

At the nurses’ raised brows, she tried to amend her enthusiasm. “It’s just that I know a very good vet, and I live close… well, close-ish…”

Seeing her rising blush, Nurse Hildegarde hid a smile. “That would be so kind of you, Claire.”

“No trouble at all!” Claire hastily threw on her coat and rushed out, bearing a somewhat startled terrier.

“A vet, then? Geillis grinned slyly. “Think that means he likes it doggy-style?”

Nurse Fitz whacked her with a chart.  

catpickles-explosion  asked:

To the person asking about "kitten vs. kitty": I read somewhere that kitten is the term for a young cat while kitty is a term for a cat of mixed breeds. Kinda like a mutt for dogs. But colloquially they're both accepted for pretty much all cats.

Kitty is a word for a young cat just like kitten.
1. (informal) A kitten or young cat.
2. (childish, sometimes capitalized) A pet name for a cat.

I do not know what you read, but for sure “kitty” is not a word for mixed-breed cat.


Me and saving-pages were talking about our cats and these are all of my rescue cats! Betti, Arya, Trey, Forest, Shadow-Bean, Melly and Kitten. (There’s some information about all of them on the individuals photos captions but anything else you wanna know about my wonderful kitties just message me!)

If you’re ever looking at getting a pet always look for a rescue first. I can assure you that a lot of rescue pets are so grateful and just as amazing. A majority of my pets from chickens to horses are rescues and they are all wonderful animals!

BSD They’re Cats Now AU Stuff

[I have nothing better to do while I wait for a dumpster to be delivered, so, here’s some information about some of the cats (and dogs) introduced so far.]


-A large, dark brown Norwegian Forest Cat that was adopted by Katai from an animal shelter as a kitten. Initially, Katai was informed that his new cat would remain rather small due to his lacking growth so far, but, in a more realistic Clifford-like situation, Osamew grew to be fairly big.

-Osamew was part of a litter of kittens brought into the shelter after they were found abandoned behind a seafood restaurant. He was the last of his siblings to be adopted due to his status as the runt of the litter, but, he was always the most “charismatic” of the bunch.

-Katai originally came to the shelter to find another dog, but entered the cat room on a whim and found Osamew trying to snuggle with a stuffed animal because the other cats wouldn’t let him into their group.

-When Katai first brought Osamew home, he jumped at every new sound and smell, but, eventually, he calmed down… for about two minutes before he saw Shiba-Kida and ascended a book shelf, refusing to come down even for food.

-Osamew chews on himself when anxious or upset, leaving his coat somewhat patchy in places or just overall messy. He is noted to be an easily stressed cat, so, sometimes, Katai has to give him medicine to keep him calm.

-Osamew enjoys walking on a leash/harness with Katai on nice days, and playing in or near water.

[Shiba-Kida and more below the cut]vv

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Someone thought it was perfectly okay to leave a bunch of young kittens in a box. Sadly both TV shows and movies make it seem acceptable. Unfortunately it is not. Doing this makes it so the kittens are unable to escape and therefore they have no chance of fighting for their survival. While abandoned cats and kittens, or any domestic animal, outdoors is extremely inappropriate and heartless, doing so where they can go where they want and need to is much better than placing them in a box they can’t escape from. The kitten shown above was heartlessly abandoned in a box with his siblings. He was the only one that survived by the time the box was found… The picture is from the day he was found (left) and then six months later (right). | Rescue blog!


Hello pets! It’s time for Kowai Mermaid’s first official give away and I’m super duper excited! We’re going to be giving away a BB8 inspired collar! The collar itself is designed to be super duper tug proof ;) and will be custom made to to your size preference!

The rules of this give away are pretty simple!

1.) you *must* be following my blog.
2.) you can reblogs this up to three times a day. Each reblogs is an entry.

That’s it! Super easy.

The giveaway will be closed at midnight may 25th! So be sure to check back for more information!

anonymous asked:

Skimmons AU. One night Skye comes home to a cute little black cat running into her house and out of the snowy cold. She takes care of the cat over night, then sets out to finding the owner the next day, who happens to be Jemma. Unfortunately the little kitty thinks it's necessary to sneak out to Skye's place more than once, forcing the 2 woman to meet again & again until Skye finally works up the nerve to ask Jem out. The kitty seems to stop sneaking out once Skye starts coming over more often.

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