I was rereading your post with Bruce getting hit with magic and becoming a wolf, and started thinking of the same post but with him as a bird.
On one hand, there are hens that I know damn well will adopt just about any baby. From other birds to even attempting to adopt the kids of their community -if said child is smaller than them in the beginning. Usually kittens and occasionally puppies.
On the other, I can't help but imagine Bruce as a black swan. 1/5 black swan pairs are gay males. The way they have children is one fakes partnering with a female and when she lays the eggs both males drive her away. Or, they skip the technical cheating and just kick out a mother from her nest. But they are also serial adopters. Any lone chick around the male couple has a higher likelihood of getting adopted, especially if abandoned. On top of that, gay swans raise healthier, stronger, smarter chicks with more surviving to adulthood than in the straight couples.
Swans can also break a human's bones swatting them with their wings. The only thing that competes for the title of cobra chicken of the pond with geese. A magical swan made nearly twice bigger than the regular, like how it sounded with your wolf post, would be a menace to the JL. Let him thwack someone with those bone breaking wings.
But I'm picturing swan Bruce getting distressed that he can't fit all his chicks under his massive wings. Or an instance of everyone questioning where Damian is, only for him to be on swan Bruce's back like a cygnet. Concealed by all those feathers.
Bruce sees Hal sitting in a chair and immediately goes to sit on his lap and starts doing the neck dance bonded pairs do. Cheek to cheek, then on the opposite side of Hal's face, while his tail feathers wag. To then hook his long neck around the right side of Hal's neck, so Bruce's head comes to rest over his left breast. Just over his heart.
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"Aw," Hal murmurs, looking over at the swan on the other side of the room. He's only just finished splinting Barry's arm so it healed in the right alignment, now they're both in here to watch Bruce (who's a swan now, why are magic users like this?) fuck around with his kids (do they call them chicks now?) and try to fit them all under his impressive wingspan. It isn't exactly a surprise Bruce managed to shatter Barry's bones with one blow.
Bruce's neck spins around at his small utterance, beady eyes fixating on him. Hal gulps. Reduced to base instincts, Bruce has already shown he bears little fondness for the rest of them when it comes to protecting his kids. Hence Barry's splint and Arthur's mangled trident. Hal still isn't sure how Bruce did that.
Bruce shakes himself slightly, and Damian seems to understand something the rest of them aren't, slipping off his back. "Father?" He asks quietly.
The hulking swan turns, and starts pecking at his kids toes, backing them into the corner with annoyed vocalisations. They were already lazing about on the floor, but start shuffling back, sounding just as irritated at the bullying by the bird.
Bruce steps back, analysing, then turns around, and his eyes lock onto Hal again. He shrinks back into his chair as the swan starts forward. "Help," he whispers, and hears snickers. "One of you fucking help."
He does not want the last vestiges of his crush on Bruce to be crushed by a very aggressive bird. He'd like that hope to be allowed to live a little longer, that this friends with benefits arrangement they've got going on might actually lead somewhere more. No one helps him, and Hal is frozen in his seat as Bruce approaches, subdued trumpeting more intimidating than it should be.
Hal finally snaps out of it and forms a construct, two little weights around Bruce's ankles, so he can't come any closer. "Jordan," Jason snarls, while Hal just hope that doesn't hurt Bruce so he has both the time to get away, and a life to live without Bruce's brats trying to ruin it.
Bruce looks down at his feet, then his long necks rolls back up to fixate on Hal again. He doesn't have time to run. Bruce launches himself into the air, wingspan snapping out to propel him forward, and forty pounds of swan lands in his lap. Hal swears he hears his bones creak.
He's a goner now, so dissolves the construct, and waits for Bruce to try and peck his eyes out. He knew whatever this is was going to have to end at some point, but he never expected Bruce to be a swan when it happened.
"Bruce," he whispers, one final plea.
Bruce locks eyes with him, and it feels like gazing into a black hole, it's hypnotic.
Bruce leans in, and presses his red bill to Hal's cheek, then grazing along it to press their cheeks together. (Do swans have cheeks? Hal isn't sure.) The weight in his lap shifts, and Hal watches his tail feathers start to wag, slowly picking up speed. Confusion fills him, and Bruce swaps sides, leaning into Hal's left cheek, pressing their cheeks together on that side too.
"B?" He murmurs, and Bruce repeats the sequence again, right side, then left, gently caressing Hal's cheek with soft feathers, tail going mad in his lap.
He moves back to his right side, and Hal expects the same thing, not for him to readjust and curve his neck behind Hal to come back around and rest his head over his...over his heart. His tail slows, then stops completely, and he settles there, like he plans to stay.
Hal's sure his face is as bright red as Bruce's is, and gingerly looks up at the rest of the room, still confused, and worried if it's weird he thought that was a bit romantic.
He gets equally confused looks back, until Damian sits up, crossing his arms confrontationally. "Care to inform us, Jordan, why mother just performed a dance with you reserved for bonded pairs?"
There's a beat of silence, then laughs skitter around the room. Hal flushes even brighter.
"Well it wasn't a courting dance, Hal," Shayera points out, wings moving slowly behind her. "It was a dance for bonded pairs."
"You got with Bruce and didn't tell me?" Oliver gripes, but his smile betrays him.
Hal looks down at the swan in his lap, the head over his heart, and feels warmth flood him. "I didn't realise he thought of me that way," he says quietly. "Didn't know we were there yet." He's going to kill Bruce. Then he's going to trap him in bed for a day, at least.
"Does this mean Green Lantern is our dad?" Dick asks, and Hal smirks as it dissolves into bickering almost immediately.
