"What the hell are you two supposed to be?"
"Human beings duh?"
"You know that's not what I meant" with pissed batdad and Gm Ahahaha. For the FFF
Warning do not touch the magic potions without a sorcerer present!
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She walked into the cave, looking around for the two men who’d frantically called some thirty minutes before, begging for her to help them. “Bruce? K? You guys here?” It was so quiet, and a bottle rolled out from behind the Batcomputer causing her to sigh. “Great. They got drunk. Guys, seriously? You call me here—” she went silent as she rounded the desk, two young boys, no older than eight coming into sight. “What in the hell?”
“There you are!” the little black-haired boy griped. “We’ve been waiting!”
She blinked, glancing between the one boy and the other, a brown-haired child with his chin propped on his knees. “Who the hell are you two supposed to be?”
“Human beings, duh.” The brown-haired boy piped up and she scowled.
“That is not what I meant.”
“It’s us!” the first child bellowed. “It’s me! Bruce! And Ghost-Maker!”
Her eyes drifted to Ghost-Maker’s, and he nodded; she felt a wave of shock roll over her and she had to sit down. “Jesus, God, and Mother Mary, what did you two do?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Bruce screeched. “Help us fix this!”
“Why haven’t you?” she questioned, and he suddenly went quiet, small pale cheeks tinting a dark red.
Ghost-Maker snickered. “He’s upset because he can’t reach the panels.”
“Shut up!” Bruce shouted.
“Make me!” he retorted, getting up and the two got nose to nose.
“Hey!” she yelled, grabbing each of them by the ear and they both yelped, curling their heads in to avoid more tugging. “Quit that!” she commanded, then let them go. “Look, it’s two AM. Let’s all go to bed, and we can do this in the morning.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ghost-Maker replied, stretching his tiny arms over his head. “I’m tired.”
“No! I don’t want to be tiny anymore!” Bruce shouted, stamping his foot. “I want this fixed now!”
She merely bent down and wrapped an arm around his waist, the other tugging Ghost-Maker around the waist, then she stood up and hefted them into her arms. “Alright, come on. You’re going to bed, Bruce.”
“I’m not tired!”
“You will be.”
“Put me down!”
“You’re such a child, Bruce.” Ghost-Maker snickered.
“Shut up!” The two started bickering again and she merely sighed as she climbed the steps.