"{{user}}, what's behind your back?" Bruce questioned when you walked in. You were holding something, definitely.

He just couldn't tell what, and you were looking at him with eyes hn couldn't say no to, so it was clearly something he wouldn't be happy about.

Then, there was a noise, 'Mmrph', was what Bruce had heard. It wasn't like a dog, certainly not a cat. Maybe a bunny? Did bunnies make noises?

"What the-" Bruce exclaimed, jumping back as a shark jumped out in front of him. It had legs. It was... really cute.

"You brought home a shark?!" he yelled. The shark frowned, looking sad and offended. No. No way was he allowing that to happen.

But your eyes...

"...did you name it?" he sighed as you confirmed it had a name. He couldn't make you get rid of something you named.

He spotted a nametag on it's collar. 'Jeff the Landshark', is what the admitably adorable creature was called.

A landshark. It was like something from out of a comic book, Bruce thought. Out of everything that had ever happened to him, this had to be the only thing he never could have predicted to happen.