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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent Additional Tags: magically turned into a cat, Cat Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Clark is wildly jealous for no reason at all, Bruce is very fluffy, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Bruce is turned into an extremely fluffy house cat by magic. Fluff and bonding ensue with most of his children. A lot of comfort and fluff, a little dash of hurt.

Warning: super fluff ahead

500 words or less

DAMN IT JACK THERE WAS ROOM FOR TWO.

Elide walked through the front door and nearly stumbled, filled with exhaustion. It had been a long week, to say the least, and now that it was Friday night, all she wanted to do was relax.

“Elide?”

Lorcan’s voice filled the silence.

“Hey,” she called back, yawning as she slipped off her shoes. “How was your-”

But Lorcan was coming around the corner, bare-chested, sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips. He was smiling. 

He was always up to something when he was smiling. 

“Close your eyes,” he said, in way of greeting.

Elide gave him a suspicious look, but did as he asked, nonetheless.

Lorcan’s hands were soon pulling up the hem of her scrubs.

“Lorcan!” she laughed. “I’m too tired-”

“Don’t worry,” he said, softly, pulling her top over her head. “I don’t plan on groping you.” He was slipping her pants down her legs when he added, “Yet.”

Elide laughed, but yelped again when he unclasped her bra. “I swear-”

“Not something I haven’t seen a million times,” he muttered, tossing her garments aside.

Elide soon felt a baggy, soft fabric pull over her head and down her body. She slipped her arms through the sleeves. She opened her eyes, once more, and met Lorcan’s soft gaze.

She was in one of his hoodies.

“What are you up to?” she asked, fondly.

“I didn’t say you could open your eyes,” he shot back.

Unable to stop her smile, Elide’s eyes fell shut, once more. Her feet were soon swept off the ground, and she was being cradled against his warm chest. She melted into him, effortlessly. 

Lorcan carried her through the house, up the stairs, and down the hall until they were in their bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and slumped down next to her before saying, “Okay. Open.”

Elide’s eyes fluttered open and she laughed, quietly. Every tense part of her body, every horror she had endured that day, all of it had faded away as she took in her surroundings.

Lorcan had put out a little tray of snacks, along with a bottle of wine, and hung up the string lights that she had bought for the back patio. Instead of hanging around their patio furniture, though, they were draped around their bedroom. On the t.v. on top of their dresser was the menu of the Titanic DVD. 

She looked over at him. He was already watching her, surely taking in her reaction.

“You hate this movie,” she whispered.

“Because it’s a fucking awful movie,” he muttered, grinning. “But, you love this movie, and I love you.”

Elide reached across the bed and pressed her palm softly against his stubbled cheek. “Well, love looks good on you, Lorcan Salvaterre. Thank you.”  

Lorcan’s grin widened as he pressed play, and tossed his arm around Elide. She snuggled into his chest as she grabbed a handful of chocolate-covered pretzels and shoved them into her mouth. 

As soon as the opening credits began, Lorcan muttered, “There was room for two, you know.”

“Shut up,” she laughed. “Your commentary isn’t welcome. Let me enjoy the love story. Ass.”

Lorcan’s body shook with laughter as she opened the wine and drunk it from the bottle. Half an hour in, Lorcan was already snoring. Elide loved it. She loved the man that planned an evening of relaxation with one of Elide’s favorite movies, a bottle of Moscato, and her favorite snacks. She didn’t care if he fell asleep. It only proved how much effort he put into something, even if the movie playing was on his “this is shit” list.

Ughughughuhgh this hurts so much. I’ve been in so much pain recently and going to the chiropractor hasn’t been working and I’ve tried physical therapy and I know there are still a lot of options of where to go from here, but these were the two best options and if these didn’t work I doubt anything else will :( I don’t know much about what surgery would be like, but I think I remember my doctor saying that it could be dangerous but like what else am I supposed to do…?

One task that has been particularly hard for me is showering. Not only does it require a lot of physical labor, but it also requires me to stand for a long time. I’ve tried asking my mom for a shower stool, but she’s refused. She thinks that standing for long periods of time will make me stronger and build my endurance, but all it does is put me in a lot of pain.

I’ve been getting a lot of pre-shower anxiety. I doubt I’m alone in this, but I never see any fellow chronic painers and spooners talking about it. I know it’s normal to have anxiety when you know something is going to cause you pain (like anxiety about surgery or vaccines, or whatever), but when that thing is a daily task… idk it just feels so heartbreaking. Like wdym I have to deal w/ that every afternoon? It’s just not fair.

I also experienced post-shower every crashes so bad that I can barely get dressed or brush my teeth (I kinda have to brush my teeth, but I’ve begun just sleeping naked to avoid wasting energy on getting dressed). I used to be able to play on my computer until my bedtime but now I have to lay down in my bed on my phone.

I’m so tired and I’m in so much pain and I swear I try so hard but my mom thinks I’m not trying but I really am. It’s so hard to get out of bed and even sitting up puts me in so much pain.

Also I hate the cold so much. It’s started to get warmer here, but evertime I shiver it feels like so much wasted energy.

My anti-depressant have stopped working recently and I don’t know why. I can’t even tell if I feel better when I’m on or off them. I have an appointment to get a prescription in 2 days tho ig.,

I’ve been pretty busy lately writing. So yeah, I have half a chapter done already and it will probably be finished in the next few days, even though I just posted something yesterday. This is also the Narancia bit I’m not sure about. Thoughts?

Warning for gore. It’s Purple Haze, what do you expect?