Baby goat reader running around the field and someone from the bat family is trying to catch they and cut they fur....
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⋆˙⟡BATFAMILY X GOAT!READER⋆˙⟡
summary: when it’s time to get your fur, you run for your life as Dick chases after you.
info: GOATS ARE SOOOO CUTTEEE!!!! Anyways, reader is a young child, so yes they are just a baby awww. The male and female tags are due to reader being gender neutral so yeah.
genre: fluffy chaotic drabble
word count: 384
“Get back here sweetie!” Dick hollers, chasing a matted child that’s hair is their fur in their human form. The said child, y/n, now transforms into a goat, screaming as they gallop around the fields.
“Jesus!” dick falls to his face when he jumped after the baby goat. If anyone had seen the pretty boy, son of Bruce Wayne chasing a goat, talking to it like a full human.
They would've thought that he was crazy.
This all started all cause of waking up to see his baby sibling, crawling onto his bed. Dick, eyes closed but knowing the daily ritual of his sibling crawling into the bed—he opens his arms. Ready to give the goat child in human form some heat, only to jolt back to see that their hair is all over their body. Looking like a damn troll from Dora the Explorer.
And now here he is, chasing a matted goat shifter as the rest of the family watch with amusement—mostly Jason as he records his older brother falling and busting his ass.
“Father, should we call the Kents? They are more proficient in rounding up animals…” Damian then stayed quiet before opening his mouth again to Bruce who looked at his son.
“But I may have to bring out the kryptonite in case they get too rough with y/n.” being the little gremlin he is, had a thinking pose as he walked into the house to get the hidden kryptonite.
Dick finally grabbed y/n, picking up the child carefully as they blech. They slowly transition into a human child, “BLAAA, let me—blah—go!” they bleat as dick takes them to the specialized room Bruce made for the shearing.
“No, now change back! I don't wanna harm you!” y/n wiggles in his grip, their long and chaotic hair flailing around as they keep on bleating.
It took, so long, so much patience, so much straining as dick is covered In goat fur, wiping off sweat from his forehead—seeing how his baby sibling was staring at them with neat hair.
“See?” he says with a grin, ruffling their hair. “That wasn't bad?”
“BLAAAA!!!” y/n bleats in annoyance, staring at him with their horizontal pupils. They then ran off, leaving dick to fall exhausted by his eventful morning.
It was a shear and chase.