I spent the first year of her life calling the feline female living with me Le Chat (the cat)… because. Then a man came into my life and he was very surprised to know The Cat (le chat in french beeing masculine) was pregnant. I told him this cat was called Grizoune, named by the father of my three sons, who left the house without the sons and without the cat.
So we started to call her…… Grizoune. Until this day, it remained…
Grizoune gave birth to two kittens, a male and a female. Having children, I fell for the perennial "can we keep at least one" and I chose the female, because my nephews have their birthdays in October and February respectively, so I offered to have the male operated and give it to my nephews as a birthday and Christmas present, with everything that would need in order to take care of it.
I called the female Neby for 'Nebula Panther' because of her stains and manners.
My sister’s cat, I called it temporarily Crok because she had a cat called Monsieur and the Croque-Monsieur is a snack. She renamed him Garçon, boy in English.
After a few months, my sister called me to complain about Garçon’s behavior… and ask me if I would take it back because she wants to get rid of it… and I accept because…
So, in my house, I have three cats; Grizoune, Neby and Garçon (whom I strive to call Crok and he comes to no longer know who he is, which amuses me infinitely)
Grizoune is a pussy of a certain character, she loves hugs and getting scratched under the neck, but hates we take her in our arms. She then turns into a real fury.
Neby is invisible. Most people who come to my house don’t know I have a third cat, she’s hiding in the basement where my room is. She only comes out at night, when my kids are in bed, and then she rubs and rubs and rubs herself against me purring like I could love her. When I go to bed, she lies on top of me and then I feel her vibration through the blankets. Also, she will meow in my ears until I pet her. I don’t need to pet her for long, but I MUST. Which is kind of boring.
Then Crok… poor Crok. The kids' cat. Officially. My youngest boy spent his childhood carrying him ALL THE TIME in his arms, sleeping with him, giving him more affection than he needs. His younger sister did the same. The other two appreciated his docility. Crok is a HUGE cat, twice as big as his mother, but softer than a rag doll. Ironically, when my youngest goes to school or to his father's home, Crok lies down on me, a soul in pain that requires attention, instead of enjoying his freedom as a cat should.
So finally, after this talk about my three cats, you’ll ask me where I was going with this?
To absolutely nothing. I’m just trying to get used to the idea that despite my aversion to animals in captivity, with my aging children, I’m most likely going to turn into a crazy cat girl, a loner, writing novels while driving her dreams at night… surround by cats...
I would like a button to press that says "I am already part of Marginalized Community X and active in Political Issue Y, please do not show me all the posts about horrible things happening to people like me and my loved ones that are directed at Dominant Group A to raise awareness, because I have already cried about Horrible Thing Z twice today, I do not need to be more aware."
As it turns out, Danny makes a pretty good leader. His little gang of homeless children has grown immensely, both from picking up strays and from assimilating other gangs into his group.
Danny might only be 10 and still figuring out his powers but dang, intangibility and flight are over powered even before you add invisibility and laser blasts. At first he regretted sneaking into the lab alone to check out the portal his parents made in this basement. Waking up in a cold alley in a city you've never heard of is a terrifying experience even without the corrupt cops trying to sell you into human trafficking, but finding out he had powers and could do whatever he wanted? That was great. It no longer mattered that adults didn't listen to him or chased him around. He could do anything now. Be anything. Take anything.
He and the people under his protection often robbed places, never banks or anything but high class restaurants and stores that usually wouldn't even let them in through the front doors. Yeah, Danny can admit most of thier robberies were because of grudges the other kids had because of how they were treated but Danny being ten thought this was fine.
The real issue was Gothams Paw Patrol (who absolutely hate being called that :3 ) they were always on thier case, Dannys especially. They kept insisting that the system could help them -Danny called bull. No one helped him or Jazz back in Amity and it was waaaay nicer that Gotham- and kept getting him and his fellow kids arrested. That didn't really matter. Anti-meta stuff never worked on him so getting himself the other kids out was no big deal.
After overhearing a conversation between Nightwing and one of the other bats a kid came into thier current secret base announcing that Nightwing was poor and the other bats weren't. This caught everyone attention. Appearently Nightwing was trying to establish himself outside of the colony cause he didn't get along great with whoever the bats super daddy was, which was fair. A lot of them were runaways for one reason or another and knew a bunch of reasons why you wouldn't want to except "free" money.
This led to them fetching Nightwings "wingdings" and batarangs instead of keeping them/selling them like they do with the others, sharing some of thier spoils with him like the groceries, jewelry, fancy clothes, ect that they stole.
Dick even catches one of the kids in his apartment in Bludhaven filling up his fridge which has him panicking about his secret id being compromised. Luckly the kids had only followed him there and didn't think to check who was on the lease or anything cause they assumed it would be a fake name or something.
Just Dick getting forcibly adopted by a child gang.
I really should draw the proper continuation to this comic but insteeeeeead... let's go the super indulgent route ;P
As a self indulgent bonus here is the Jeff the land shark already in his costume. And, continuing my headcanon that Miguel's lab is everybody's fave napping spot, that duckie blankie is totally Mayday's ;)
Reader: dramatically and sadly, “Day 925, the bats show no sign of releasing me- a totally normal and amazing citizen from this prison.”
Reader; “he has left the second scariest Robin to guard me, Jason.”
Red hood: a little offended; “Second?”
Reader: shuttering looking like she’s reliving something, “Damien is like a angry dog, he bites.”
Reader: “also is this lega- and he walked away. Hey! I want to speak to a lawyer!!”
Reader: now yelling “I have rights!!! I think- do you have rights in Gotham?”
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Batman: finally shows up.
Reader: “hey It’s You! You know if I head a penny for a rich completely normal guy who is the center of a multi million  franchise of hero’s- while also being a hero himself through the means of money… well Id have two pennies!”