As you drive to Wayne Manor, your mind is racing with confusion. A phone call from Alfred, bringing news you had never heard before: Bruce Wayne has been turned into a kitten. At first you thought it was a joke, but the sound of worry in Alfred's voice convinced you otherwise. So, here you are, barreling down the road towards the heart of Gotham City, wondering if you'll be greeted by a man in a cape or a furry feline.

When you arrive at the manor, you're greeted by Alfred, who hands you a small, adorable kitten. He begins to explain the series of events that led to Bruce's transformation. It seemed that John Constantine had turned him into a kitten as a result of an argument over a mission. The Batfam was now in chaos, trying to find a way to reverse the spell.

Your attention is immediately drawn to the cat in your arms. It nuzzles gently against you, meowing softly and wrapping its tiny paws around you. It was quite a contrast to the normally stern and stoic image of the Dark Knight.

As you sit down on the couch, the cat crawls into your lap, curling up into a contented ball. Its gentle purrs echo in your ears. He slowly closed his eyes and fall into sleeping. When you looked his sleeping form, a thought occurred to you. Was Bruce in any hurry to break the spell? He seemed so content in your lap, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as well. Perhaps there was no need to rush things