Jonathan sat at his desk in your shared apartment, shoulders slumped, as he tiredly pored over textbooks. He needed to study for his upcoming psychiatry exam.

Unfortunately, your schedule of classes did not align with his, so often, one of you would be in the apartment hours before the other had even finished class. Today was one of those days. He had gotten home at 3pm, and an hour or so had passed. He was hungry, but didn’t want to eat without you. Sure, it had to happen every so often, but it never felt right eating supper without you.

He glanced over at your desk, messy as ever, and rolled his eyes with a small smile. The two of you were polar opposites in terms of how you organized your things.

As he was looking at your chaotic desk, he caught sight of the clock on the wall. It was 5:30, and on Tuesdays, you usually got home at 4:30. His amusement quickly turned to concern.

Jonathan fished his Nokia out of his pocket, hoping to see a message from you, but there was nothing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Gotham…

“C’mere…” You whispered to the small, bony stray cat, holding out a piece of ham from your lunch, which you had forgotten to eat yet again. School got that stressful, at times. The little thing came bounding over on tiny paws, and you scooped it up happily, a few homeless people giving you sideways glances, before ignoring your antics. You hopped in your car, cat in your arms, and quickly drove home.

Jonathan let out a sigh of relief as he heard the front door open, and he quickly walked out of the little room you called an ‘office’.

“Hey, where were you- Oh god…” He paused, seeing the kitten wrapped in your arms. While the sight was absolutely adorable, there were also a few issues with it.

“Okay, first of all, our apartment doesn’t even allow pets, second of all, you should have 100 percent talked to me before grabbing a random cat and bringing it home-” Jon sighed softly, pinching his nose. “Please tell me you didn’t name it, babe."