I made a thing….
"And here are his siblings," Bruce continued pointing at a small group of hissing children in his kitchen.
"That's Dick," He says pointing at the boy on top of the kitchen fridge, who had the loudest voice. "I kidnapped him from either the circus or juvie, can't remember which one."
"Cassandra," He points at the child wedged into the shadows of the cupboard where she is napping, "She's a feral homeless warrior girl who showed up after an earthquake. She's mine now."
"Duke," he points to the boy "he was running a successful gang of misfits on the street when we picked him up. He glows in the dark. He's just so special."
"And these two," Bruce says pointing at the two fighting on the floor of the kitchen. "Are Tim and Damian. They arrived separately, but both of them just showed up and said that they were mine and never left."
Damian looks up with a glare and growls, "I am actually yours though!"
"I love them all," Bruce said, casually pulling Jason's jaw open so he can examine the bit mark. "They are terrible and they are mine."
... cat people are just different.
