The Birds Who Smile: Christmas 2018 - Christmas Sweater (theme 4) [rough draft]
A Batman fanfic by Raberba girl
Peter ran into the living room and clung to Dick, giggling as he hid his face against the back of the man's shoulder. "What's so funny, baby bird?"
"Dummy boddas."
"What did they do?" Bruce asked in alarm, rising from the couch. Since the only answer was more laughter, everyone went together to see what trouble the other birds had gotten into.
All the Christmas sweaters that didn't belong to Dick had been exiled to one of the guest bedrooms. On the floor of this room was writhing a peculiar creature with two heads, four legs, and no arms - empty sleeves lay limply on either side of it.
"Daddy, hehp!" Jack cried pathetically. He and John had apparently contrived to squeeze together into an adult-sized sweater, fallen over, and now couldn't get up or escape. John paused his contortions to glare at his brothers, who were practically collapsing with laughter in the hall.
Bruce sighed and approached. "All right, boys, hold on, I'll get you out in a minute..."
The Birds Who Smile: Christmas 2018 - Nativity Scene (theme 22) [rough draft]
A Batman fanfic by Raberba girl
The morning of Christmas Eve, Alfred fetched the children from their room (they were usually the earliest risers in the household and could finally be trusted not to wander unsupervised as soon as they got out of bed), fed them breakfast, then got them settled in the living room while he worked.
A little later, Duke, on his way to the kitchen, paused to find the birds avidly watching an animated presentation of the Nativity story on TV. Peter was pointing at the screen and explaining something about "Baby Jesus" to his brothers in a mix of languages.
An hour later, Bruce shuffled down the hall and frowned when he saw most of his older children gathered in the living room entryway. All of them were alight with amusement (except Tim, who looked a bit pouty) and had their phones out to record. Bruce went to look, and Jason shifted aside to make room for him.
John had taken a gauzy blue table covering from the parlor and draped it over his head and shoulders like a shawl. The children had pulled all the spare pillows and throws out of the large basket by the loveseat and put Jack in it, bundled up in blankets. The little boy had an angelic look on his face as John cooed at him and patted his head. Titus was lying near the basket, and Peter was just putting the grumpy-looking cat in with Jack.
John looked up and signed imperiously at his familiy, "Bring milk for baby!"
"No, I want juice," Jack insisted.
Everyone burst into laughter, and Bruce obligingly went to fetch an offering that was far less valuable than gold, frankincense, or myrrh, but rather more immediately satisfying.
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A/N: Every time I think I'm fresh out of ideas for this prompt list, I figure out a new one. XD I've already written "Santa Claus" and will probably post it in a day or two.
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