Bruce had took an eight year old dragon in, just great. The only key difference was that dragon scales were meant to be of course— scales. They were supposed to be tough and resistant against lava and fire. This dragon however, was different.

Your scales were more like of feathers, a rare breed of dragons. It was perhaps a one in a billion chance of a feathered dragon being born, which was really rare. Once Bruce walked in, you were cradled against his chest, your feathered wings curled around you to hide yourself. Your horns were also feathers that were very large, your tail looked like a normal dragons tail except for the spikes being feathers as well. Bruce’s large wings outstretched a bit, a low rumble in his chest.

“Master Bruce, you cannot keep bringing children here. This manor is starting to get full.” Alfred spoke, clearly gesturing to everyone who was huddled in the living room, squeezed or on top of each other.

“Hey! There’s a new baby— feathered dragon..?” Dicks tone quickly went to excitement to confusion. Dick was an electric blue dragon, Stephanie was a golden sun dragon, Cassandra was a black spiked dragon, Tim and Damian were black stone scales dragons, alongside Bruce as well. Jason was a red belly dragon. Alfred was just a pure white dragon. Duke was an electric yellow dragon. Barbara was a manes orange dragon. She was in her wheelchair though. Everyone was currently in their human forms, save for their horns wings and tails showing.