the old tale goes as such:

in the deepest corners of existence

lives a monster so terrible

so heinous

so foul

that even the Seraphim questioned God’s decision on this creation

a monster that snarls and growls

a monster with claws so long,

and teeth so sharp

even Satan couldn’t comprehend this abomination

But

this beast can become normal in form of a human.

Only with true love.

Only when one can truly love the monster before them, can they call out to the monster and throw human clothes at it to turn it human.

Temporarily

And as Bruce sat out on the rails of his back balcony, clothes folded neatly by Alfred rests in his hand.

He smiled softly as the monster gently crept towards him.

“Is it time to come home, dear?” Bruce called out to the monstrous beast, unfolding a cloak slowly, ready at a moments notice to throw it at them to turn it into a human. All while the huge behemoth of his spouse continues to stalk closer.