Roman Thinking He's Losing His Fucking Mind - Tumblr Posts
You made the mistake of having an empty lap. Perfect for a cat to jump into and make itself comfortable... which this cat does, and purrs with contentment. Yes. A good place to sit. Who let this cat in the building though?
Roman had been so engrossed in his text messages, scrolling through a recent conversation with Horsehead regarding his concerns about a recent recruit that he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone until he felt a warm weight settle on his lap. He froze, finger paused mid-scroll as his eyes flickered down to see a... large, fluffy grey mess staring up at him with the most squashed-in face he’d ever seen in his life? “Damn, you’re one ugly son of a bitch. Who the fuck let you in here?” Roman said in a mocking tone, scooping the tabby off his lap once he’d put his phone aside. He was wearing his favourite suit, after all - those grey hairs would be a pain in the ass to get off his pristine white trousers, not to mention his dogs wouldn’t be happy about this strange new smell all over their master’s clothes. He studied the cat, taking in it’s battered-looking ears and scraggly whiskers. Either this thing was old or it had just lived a really rough life, which wouldn’t have been surprising at all about a city like Gotham. It couldn’t be one of Catwoman’s. No way would that prissy little thief trust Roman Sionis around one of her little darlings, and maybe it really was just some random stray cat - the ugliest motherfucker he ever did see - having just slipped in through that window he never bothered locking anymore. Fucking weird how it managed to get all the way up here regardless. Either way, he needed this cat gone. “Come on, I need to get you the fuck out before you start causing me problems. Good thing Rocco and Dante are out enjoying walkies right now or they’d have had you for supper...” Roman grumbled, putting the cat down on the table so he could locate the card key in his pocket, only to look up and see that the cat was gone. Not just gone but vanished, completely having disappeared from the locked room without a trace.
"... maybe it’s time I took a break.” Roman muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He needed a stiff drink too come to think of it.