Okay, brain soda flat cause of lack of sleep, but.
Creature Bruce. The skin on him, he hates. He fears. He always has, even if Alfred patiently assured him the attic and basement were clean of them.
His arms are pitch black, fading into his elbow where a grey, thin fur runs down.
All the way to sharp, fierce claws, unworthy to hold anything. He's got sharper teeth. Eyes ghostly and moon gold. He's always been ashen and pale, starved of sunlight, but it worsened under the old manor's steely isolation.
The curse is different. It's tough kindness In every sense of the world.
The witch told him, mock gently, just move on, and it'll all go away. Just don't be scared anymore. Just let your pain go. It's that simple.
Just because something is simple it doesn't make it easy. And he doesn't. And every person who stays with him, who can't be pushed away by his pathetic attempts at mean words, shares his fate.
"Master Bruce," Alfred's voice should sound strange, seeing that it's coming from inside of a framed painting, but he can't quite remember a time where Alfred didn't sound like this, " It appears we have...visitors."
Bruce's wings flutter softy, taking him to the dark. It helps every corner of the manor weeps with it.
He hears them before he sees them. 3 voices, bickering back and forth. One thin, one little, one tiny.
" I told you taking that money wasn't worth it! Now we'll have to hide out here for the entire year! Decade, maybe!"
" shut UP, Jay. It was either that, or you starving to death, which sounds real good to me right about now!"
" Guys, finish fighting so we can look for food. I'm hungry."
They look like it, too. The filthy, filmy rags on their shoulders looked like they weighted more than them. Even the eldest. He decides to make his presence known.
Bruce is good at greetings,
They scream and run. Bruce is wrong.
A little flying, a little chasing, a little crying and kicking and punching, but they settle.
The eldest, Dick, had sharp azure eyes and raven dark hair, and he made it clear he and his baby brothers won't share the house of a monster.
Selina, now a beautiful, regal house cat, scoffs (thought, he guesses, it could be a furball) " A monster would've kicked you out by now, little boy. I suggest you be grateful."
Bruce makes a noise of disagreement. He explains the situation to them, why they can't stay, why he'll have them flew to the nearest town once it stops snowing.
But until then, Timmy's looking very sick. Literally, just give me Bruce being a mama cat to these kids.
Give me distrustful Dick that melts at any time this guy dots endlessly on his brothers.
Jason being the youngest and clingiest, very curious, and Bruce is strangely warm?? He likes climbing on his back and staying there while Bruce reads the random books lying around.
Bruce rubs his cheek on Jason's instinctively. His body starves for a warmth it forgot , but, this is...Nice.
It'll be nice. As long as it last. Which won't be long.
Bruce will make sure of that.
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