I don't own Batman

Walking all day form Gotham City all the way to Wayne Manor was exhausting when you were a cat. It made your feet- er, paws… Paws hurt and burn all the way up to your cat knees and elbows trotting up the path.

However Wayne Manor was in view so Tim figured that once he was safe inside than bruce could fix him and turn him back into his normal human self. Earlier he had been fighting some new villain who was wielding magic. Now maybe Tim should be a little grateful that the villain was really bad at casting spells and that he only got turned into a cat and not killed but as he squeezed his way through the barred gates Tim wanted to punch that idiot more than once.

Sitting down sighing deeply ears drooping in a clear sign of tiredness Tim looked at the Manor. Why did it have to be so far away from the city again? Oh right… Batman. Sighing again Tim trotted down the long path towards the door ready to get inside, get a drink, and get back to being human when he paused.

The door was there.

How to get in to the Manor?

Tim stood up setting his paws on the door looking at the knocker and doorbell. He could reach it if he jumped but his paws burned like hell and he was pretty sure jumping up at the momet would only make it worse.

Sitting back down Tim frowned. Well, as much as a cat could frown before going deep into thought of the other ways he could get into the Manor and sadly there was very few since it was locked up tight with many security measures. If only he could speak.

Wait.

Can he?

"Meow."

Nope.

Dropping his head down Tim wanted to pull out his hair when a shadow came over him making Tim snap his head back to see who it was. He hoped it had been Alfred or Bruce but no… No, it had to be the Demon Spawn.

Damian grumbled as the door to the limo opened letting him out. He had to have a note signed by his Father for stabbing a kid in the leg with a pencil. Of course this had been the third time it had happened and to the same child in his class but really the bastard had it coming.

Walking up to the door he paused seeing a small black cat there looking up at the door as if willing it to open. For a few seconds he watched as the cat stood pressing it's paws against the door before it sat down looking defeated.

Walking over he leaned over the cat thinking it would run again. The cat looked up at him and Damian swore it was giving him a disgusted look. It was strange to see a black cat with blue eyes since Damian had never come across one till today. It wasn't a kitten but it wasn't an adult yet.

Another thing was this cat didn't seem startled or run away. It must have belonged to someone because it looked tame and was comfort able with humans. However he heard Alfred say something to him and Damian had a split second decision to make.

He sagged the cat up hearing it let out what might have been a hack sound and stuffed it quickly in his backpack before running inside and up the stairs. He could feel the cat struggling to get out so he picked up his speed.

Once in his room he opened the backpack and let the cat topple out watching it land on it's feet shaking it's head and glared at him letting out an angry meow.

Tim cringed as Damian petted him.

If there was one thing he never thought would happen between him and his step brother this would be it… Being stuck as a cat and having Damian holding him on his lap on the bed petting him from his head to his tail well doing his homework.

There were no words in the world to make this any less awkward than it was. He had tried to get away. Three times now actually but Damian would snatch him back the second he made it too the bed. After the third time Damian kept a greater hold on him.

Getting bored Tim scanned over the easy homework Damian had from where he was. Eventually the Demon Child would have to put him down and that's when he planned on escaping. Another pet and Tim tried over his head. This was highly uncomfortable for him because hell if he was his normal self this would be considered being felt up!

The sound of knocking was heard making them both look up. Tim was hopeful. If it was Bruce he could get the message across to his Father/Mentor. However Damian jumped up, ran to the closet and not so carefully threw him inside!

'Damn it, Damian!' Tim screamed landing on his still sore paws before running to the down. 'Let me out!'

"Damian?"

"Yes, Father?"

Tim could hear their voices so he leaned down to peek out of the closet from the small space at the bottom of the door. He could see Bruce's feet along with Damian's. Okay so there was Bruce now how to get his attention?

"I got a call from the school today." A pause. "Again."

"He deserved it." Damian grumbled in a foul mood. "He was saying things about me again."

A deep sigh. "Son, I know it's hard but you can't keep stabbing kids with pencils."

"What if I do not get caught?"

Tim stuck a paw out. 'Bruce, help!'

"Little D!"

'Dick, help!'

"I heard you got in trouble again," Dick voice was heard and soon Tim could see his feet. "I thought we talked about stabbing people."

"Tt." Damian said. "He deserved it."

No one seemed to notice the black cat leg sticking out of the closet wiggling around trying to get their attention. IN fact Tim was highly concerned that something like that could go unseen by three bats when the carpet and door to the closet was white!

"Master Bruce, Master Dick, Master Damian, dinner is ready."

'Alfred, Help!'

"Hey, Daddy Bats, Dikie-brid, Demon."

'Jason, Help-…. Hm, no thanks, I'm good.' Tim thought sighing ready to just give up. 'Bruuuuuuce….!'

"Jason." Bruce said.

"Jason!" Dick cried out and from the look of their feet Dick decided that a tackle hug was the best way to greet the second bird. "Where's Timmy? I thought you guys where heading over together."

"Yeah, about that." Jason said. "He never showed but the news has a clip of some random ass villain fighting Red Robin so I figured that Baby Bird came here."

'Look at the closest, let me out, look at the closet, let me out,' Tim chanted in his mind. 'Look at the closest, let me out!'

"Let's go to the cave and see where he is." Bruce said his voice serious.

They all left leaving a lone paw clawing at the white carpet. 'Someone help me!'

Hello (Kitty) Timmy.

TBC... maybe.