BatIM Oneshots and Headcanons

wholesome cat!shawn au

[tw: sexual references, depressive states, self-harm, suicide attempt, implied anorexia and blood.]

me: it's wholesome

also me: trigger time

acK

this was

supposed to be for lookineedsleep's birthday but that has long passed

so i apologise if it's a little bit shit

i found this draft and decided i had to finish it and post it

enjoy xx

-x-

At first there was nothing.

Just black. It was soft and inviting, cocooning him in safety. Blocking everything else out.

Then everything turned cold. Wind ruffled his fur, which was caked with mud and blood. His cheek was pressed to the dirt. His skinny tail dragged limp and flat behind him. It was heavily soaked with filthy water and made moving it impossible.

He decided he did not like this, but couldn't figure out how to fix or change it.

Then warmth suddenly surrounded him again. Two large hands slid around his small body, and he was lifted off the ground. His ear twitched feebly in protest, a soft, annoyed sound escaping his chest as he burrowed into the warmth.

"Hey little man," A voice whispered, rolling him onto his back as if to check something. His tail was lifted up and his legs kicked a little in objection, but otherwise he stayed still and obedient. "Definitely a little man." The voice affirmed with a small chuckle. It was warm and smooth, like honey. Which was a pity, because he didn't know what honey was yet. Or peanut butter. But they'd be things he'd grow to love in the future, along with this man.

"Alright, buddy, let's see what we can do with you," He was rested down on the cold cement for a long, scary moment again, while some shuffling was heard. Then he was wrapped in something warm and soft, and pulled into the human's arms again. There began a steady thump-thump-thunp of shoes on the pavement. He was being taken somewhere. And he wasn't entirely sure he minded.

After a few moments, the man began to speak into the silence again. He couldn't tell much of what was happening, with his eyes glued shut by dirt and grime, but he seemed to be holding something up to his ear.

"Jack? Yeah, can you come over to my place?... No, Mom's out right now, she won't be home until later... I found a cat on the street, I need help cleaning him up... Shut up, you know how I get around animals you ass!... No, he's all filthy and bloody, I think something attacked him... Okay. Thanks. Meet you at my front door? Yeah. Okay. Bye."

There was a soft beep, followed by a long sigh. The soft padding of a finger scratched under his chin and he mewled weakly.

"Don't worry, little man. We'll fix you up,"

-

   They continued for a few minutes until he noticed the human's heartbeat increase drastically. He started to run faster, wind ruffling his fur, and called out, "Jackie!"

   There was an excited laugh in reply. "You said front door, you nonce!"

   He slid to a stop with an offended gasp. "I'm not a nonce! How dare!"

   "Fuck you Grant!"

   As they began to banter, the cat in Grant's arms squirmed and mewled loudly. It was cold outside. Jack gasped and took the small creature in his arms, rushing inside and placing the bundle of fur on the couch... then immediately making an annoyed sound as the other picked him up again and took him to the laundry. "gRaNt-"