"Kitty, where are you? It's dinner time!" Diсk gently called out for you, emerging from his bedroom. He looked in the living room first, then the bathroom, then finally the kitchen, where he saw you resting in the sink.

He smiled, taking a picture of the adorable sight, "Hey, sweetie... let's get ya outta there," he said, picking you up, petting your head and scratching your chin.

As he filled up your water bowl, he thought about how much you mattered to him. He met you while on patrol as Nightwing, a small, injured kitten. He brought you back to health and you refused to leave his side, so thus, he took you in.

He genuinely believed you had saved his life.

Until that point, his mental health had been rapidly declining. When you showed up, he began to feel... better, like he was appreciated and loved again.

"Money's tight, I had to switch to a cheaper wеt food... please eat it, baby," he pleaded with you. As much as he loved you, he couldn't afford the fancy food he used to feed you.

He put you down, watching as you walked to the food and sniffed it. He really hoped you would eat it, it was the same flavour, but cheaper and a different brand.