Clint and Bruce laid Carmilla down for bed, both leaving kisses on her head and whispering goodnights but the toddler was in no mood to sleep. "Daddy! I want a bed time story!" She whined, tugging on Bruce's famous purple shirt while he was still close. He smiled down at her and knew she wouldn't sleep without it so he moved to grab one from the book shelf. "No!" She whined once more. "I want a real one!" Which meant that Bruce would have to make one up.
Bruce looked at Clint and Clint smiled back, Bruce was great at being a Dad but the one thing he wasn't fabulous at was storytelling. Clint took a seat on the bed between Carmilla and Bruce.
"Once upon a time there was a little bird. The bird lived up high in the sky away from other birds because they'd always pick on him for being so small so one day he flew up higher than all of them and stayed up there. He thought to himself, "There is no way I'm small now, I'm taller than all of them way up here…" And that was true, all the other birds had to look up to talk to him and for a while the little bird was happy." Carmilla smiled. "He showed them!"
Clint chuckled. "Yeah but not for long because you see after living in the sky for so long the other birds started to forget about the little bird and he was left all alone in the big open sky. At first the little bird was okay with that, he didn't like the other birds after all, they were mean and really stupid but he did miss talking to someone. So while the little bird was all alone he'd sing. He'd sing to keep everything from being so quiet even though he didn't have an audience.
"One day the little bird was singing so happy with himself for finding a way to stop himself from being so lonely that he couldn't hear passing birds telling him that there was a storm coming. So the little bird flew higher up and higher up until this huge gust of wind took him higher than he'd ever been before. The little bird could touch the clouds there and when he landed on one of the clouds he met someone. An Angel." Carmilla 'oo'-ed and Bruce just smiled dumbly. Angel was his nic name.
"At first the little bird was afraid the Angel was going to make fun of him for being so small just like all the birds did but the Angel didn't do that. The Angel scooped him up with compassion and kindness and asked him how he got up here. The little bird told the Angel and the Angel felt bad for the little bird so he told him he could stay up on the cloud with him and let me tell you, the little bird was in love right that minute." Bruce was blushing like a dame right then and Clint smiled
"No one had ever been nice to the little bird because he was so different from everybody else but the Angel treated him so kindly, it made his little bird heart race and his little belly fill with butterflies… not to mention the Angel was a looker, most beautiful Angel in the whole sky. So the little bird agreed to live on the cloud with the Angel and they were happy. The little bird would fly down to earth every so often to bring the Angel a flower necklace.."
"And the Angel would make the little bird all these pretty clothes out of the clouds, it was a wonderful relationship. Though the little bird fell in love with the Angel and he wasn't happy just being friends so one day the little bird flew down to Earth and looked for days and days for the most beautiful gift and it took a long time but the bird finally found it, it was a beautiful ring that someone had dropped down the drain. The little bird jumped for joy, "I found it! I found it!"
"So he flew up to his cloud as fast as he could but another storm the little bird wasn't expecting hit and knocked the ring right out of the little bird's mouth. He had lost it and he spent even more time looking for it but it was gone. So sadly the little bird came flying back up to the cloud and there the Angel sat crying all by himself and the little bird was instantly worried." Carmilla frowned. "Oh no!" She exclaimed and Clint kissed her head, Bruce sitting by her side.
"What happened? Why are you so sad?" The little bird asked and the Angel looked at him with these big brown eyes filled with tears."I thought I lost you, I love you little bird and I was so scared…." The little bird felt so bad about making the Angel cry but he was so happy the Angel loved him back. "You love me?" He asked. "Even without a ring?" The Angel looked at him and brought him into his arms, hugging him tightly."
"Of course, Little Bird. I will always love you." The little bird began to cry because he was so happy and he gave the Angel a kiss. "I love you too." The little bird and the Angel loved each other so much that they got married right that day and they had a little angel baby that looked just like you…. And they all lived happily ever after, the end." Clint finished and Bruce grinned at his silly lover. "I loved that story.." Carmilla said happily.
Clint and Bruce gave her their goodnight hugs and snuck out of the room quietly before entering the hall. Bruce looked at him and Clint looked back, both of them wearing horribly wide grins. "You're an idiot, little bird." "And you'll always be my Angel….