I've spent 10 minutes looking at Cat Pictures...
Ignore the Uggs and Scarf
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The Feline was once again rudely awakened in the early morning. Many Death Threats echoed through the halls of the manor that Monday morning. All by Damian and Leona, of course.

Leona huffed annoyedly at the large closet. Why do females have so many choices in clothing. She glanced at the nearest outfit and shrugged. Not like there is anything to do any way.

She stripped and slid the loose, grey sweater on, along with a pair of light blue jeans. Shoes didn't matter much so she quickly put on a pair of sneakers. The sweater went over her waist, but it didn't matter. Even July in Gotham can be chilly, especially the mornings.

She ran her fingers through her thick braid, as much as she could at least. What to do about hair. She shrugged and left the messy braid as it is.

Leona's POV

I left the large room. A strong scent of Food whiffed and consumed the hallway. I've heard rumors about Pennyworth's cooking. They were no rumors.

Taking a step towards, the scent only intensified. Damn. You. Hunger.

A sudden change in mood came over me. Much like any feline, mischievousness is essential, runs in my veins. It's a good feeling of when you're about to do something bad. I ran towards the staircase, narrowly missing a vase, and leapt onto the railing. Sitting on it, I slid down the wooden railing and landed on my feet, with a loud thud.

Bruce was sipping a coffee while reading a newspaper. He glanced at me with a shocked look before shrugging it off. Was this normal, or just expected. "Why Good morning Leona" he greeted. His "Batman" voice was very different than "Bruce Wayne". I flashed a cheeky smirk like smile. "Good Morning Bruce" I returned the greeting.

"You know you can call me-Well Damian calls me Father"
You are not my Father
"You are not my Father" I repeated the thought from my head "Father"

Bruce Chuckled, "You're very stubborn". I nodded. "Alfred prepared breakfast, I have to go to work, Though Dick and Damian are still here" He focused his attention back to the newspaper.

I started walking towards the large dining room. Damian sat in front of Dick, a thin, bread like pastry hung from his fork and another, circular one was on his plate. Dick had a white, fluffy cream on his pastry, along with what looked like Strawberries I guess. What ever those were, they smelled amazing.

My ears picked up light footsteps from behind, most likely Pennyworth. As predicted the Elderly Servant appeared behind me. If it wasn't for my trained ears I would guess he was a assassin. Living with The Batman has its good outcomes.

"Ah, Mistress Leona, Good Morning"

Pennyworth greeted quite cheerfully, getting the attention of my sibling and...Adoptive Brother. "Leona, what do you think of my smiling pancake" Dick asked happily, in hope of a positive response. I scoffed.

"Grayson don't scare-creep out the girl, she's only been here for three days" Damian shot back. Almost in a angered tone. The two began to bicker about "creeping me out".

Pancakes. I've heard about these pastries, a French Delicacy. Sugar too. From what I know, they don't even taste like cake, only have a similar substance. The name is misleading. Very Misleading.

I could sense happiness and excitement wavering off of Dick and Alfred earlier. It was not hard to tell from Dick, but Pennyworth, this was unexpected from the humble servant.

"Why are you so happy today" I interrupted the small bicker. Dick turned to me with a happy grin, while Damian scowled and held his head in his hands. "Well, since there was never any date of Birth for Damian" He began, sneaking a glance at my sibling. "We decided to give Damian December 6th, aka the month with the first letter of his name, and the number of letters in his name. My idea of course" Dick finished proudly. Wrong Month Dunce. "Its July Dick, not December" I corrected. Damian looked up from his hand with a annoyed look. "Grayson thought it was a good idea to celebrate my late half birthday" he groaned.

"Damian managed to erase the date from our phones, until I noticed the date on my calendar" Dick mentioned quite proudly. Damian growled at the comment. I smirked at my brothers misery, "Have fun Brother, I will be going n-". I was cut off by a series of No,no,no,no's. "Leona, you and Damian are basically twins, you will also be taking part in this" I growled at Dicks comment.

"I am 9 weeks younger than my half-brother, my Jaguar D-". Dick once again cut off my protest. Overgrown child. "But birthdays are a human thing, not animal, come on Lee".

Did he just call me Lee. Ugh you insufferable child!

I stormed out of the dining room. I need time away from this "family". I dont want family. I dont like family. I. Dont. Need. Family.

Cold air hungrily licked my warm face. I shivered. My Jaguar DNA bounced off heat, not trapped it, like other animals.

I had no idea where I was going either. Away from that damned place. Hopefully my family will get the hint that I want to be alone. Were the streets always this deserted. It is cloudy but I would expect some civilians wandering about.

It wasn't long until I found myself in the worse place of Gotham. Even less activity awaited for me. I like peace, but a little excitement is needed now. Right now universe.

<At The Manor>

Dick and Damian had avoided talking about Leona's...Disappearance. How would the Big Bad Bat react to his half daughter ( I know its not a word dont judge me!) wandering on the streets of Gotham. Its not that he should worry about her, more the helpless civilians slowly getting closer and closer to having their eyes clawed out.

"Grayson we need to keep this a secret, especially from Father" Damian warned the older vilegante, who was already stressing about it.

"Of course, Bruce would kill me, No torture me, then kill me for loosing her" The Acrobat ran his fingers through his raven locks.

"We lost an Assassin on the streets of Gotham Damian"

"No you did, youre the oldest"

"Damian, did you at least place a tracker on-"

"The only physical contact we made were fighting and me waking her up, no time"

"So not asterous"

<Leona>

As the Feline continued to gloom in deep thought the day grew drearier, and with that came thunder and humidity. Maybe today wasn't the best day to take a walk. Especially when it's so windy and cold.

Thunder cracked once again, illuminating the darkened sky. Leona brought the sleeves of her sweater over her hands. No wonder no one was out. Gotham rain is horrible in the summer, Gotham Storms....

Suddenly her instincts kicked in. Which she should usually be able to control, more or less. Her eyes flashed Amber. Fur, wait fur, and a-

The Feline ducked into the alleyway next to her, where she found the scent. A helpless mew came from a bundle of rags and a box. There was another scent along with it. Flesh, Blood, Rotten too. Leona knelt down in the alleyway to peek into the box. A unknown feeling washed over her at the sight.

A Cat was on its side. From the looks of her stomach she starved to death. Death. And that feeling. Pity. A tiny sneeze came from near the passed cat. Leona then saw what the mew came from. A tiny black and white kitten, just barely able to walk, was curled in a tiny ball and shivering.

Leona didn't even notice the rain pouring down, her attention was on the sick kitten that was about to suffer the same fate as its mother. Without thinking Leona gently lifted the small being. Not even a pound yet. She held it to her chest and stroked the fur soothingly. The kitten had stopped shivering at Her touch, and began to get drowsy.

"We'll look at you" she cried at the kitten softly.

"Your scared and wet" Leona continued.

"It's my day of birth , half day of birth, and you would be a perfect gift"

The kitten sneezed in response, feeling safe in Leona's arms.

"What to call you little one"

In the distance a motorcycle could be heard. Leona growled in response. If anyone dare take my little one from me they would have a death wish. Leona walked into the sidewalk, still clutching the shaking kitten in the rain.

As predicted a Motorcycle stopped in front of her. Unpredicted it was Damian, who looked like he was going to kill Leona. He roughly removed the motorcycle helmet and glared at his sibling. "Leona, I swear if you worry Grayson and Father like this again-".

"Wait you were not worried" she cut off her brother. Damian sputtered slightly. He was worried, and didn't know why. Yet if anyone were to lay a hair on his sister he would not hesitate to decapitate them. He cleared his throat "Just get on" the Robin gestured to the motorcycle. Before hearing a tiny sneeze.

"You sneeze like a kitten Leona" he snickered, fumbling with the holographic screen of his Robin suit.

"I did not sneeze, this did"

"What are y-"

It was then Damian noticed the small creature in Leona's arms. The eyes of his mask widened, before returning to a glare. "We are not taking that rat with us" he declared. This angered the feline quite a bit, she had already formed a motherly bond to the sick cat. She growled lowly "This is not a rat, it's a kitten you Dunce, and unless you want to wake up with your skeleton rearranged, I suggest you shut the hell up".

Damian obliged to his siblings command, handing her a spare helmet.

"Just don't let the kitten touch me, it's wet, and sick"

Leona scoffed and put on the helmet, checking the kitten was the okay, and wrapped her arms around Damian's waist.

<Time Skip brought to you by Jake from State Farm>

Leona's POV

We entered the Bat-Cave greeted by welcome arms. By welcome arms I mean Grayson wrapping his arms around me. Or trying, the kitten was my first priority. Pennyworth promised to take good care of it and nurture it back to health. Damian went to get one of Alfred's cookies, and Dick was currently trying to make conversation with me. I really want a cookie. I should not have skipped breakfast.

"So you found a kitten"

I nodded, "I will do my best to protect it and nurture it"

"So Lee, what are you gonna name it"

I shrugged.

"I say we name it Alfred" the voice I loathed so much suggested. I scoffed, Damian was eating one of Pennyworth's cookies, that Demon of a brother. I walked to him and swiftly took a cookie from his hand, "Sorry Dami I thought you didn't like rats".

"I could make an exception"

I took a bite of the cookie, letting my smirk like smile appear on my lips. Today was...wasn't...was tolerable, calm.

"Leona" I tensed at the gruff voice behind me.

"Allaena"