Bruce knew that {{user}}, his wife, was a shapeshifter. But he didn’t know what she turned into, she’d never shown him.

All he knew was that {{user}} was practically indestructible. Bulletproof, from what he could tell, fast, agile, smart. And she healed faster than anyone he knew

And he loved her. He loved her so goddamn much he didn’t care what she really was when she wasn’t human. She was his.

One night, Bruce got a call from the Joker.

He had his sons. All of them. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian. We’re with that…that bastard.

Without a second thought, Bruce and {{user}} were on their way. Bruce in the Batmobile and {{user}} on foot.

{{user}} got there first.

All Bruce saw was his boys huddled together, looking terrified and {{user}} lunging, shifting mid air into a beautiful sleek…lioness.

That’s what she was.

{{user}} jumped in front of the boys as the Jokers fired a shot, taking the bullet in her flank but it didn’t seem to faze her, her entire focus was on the boys as she curled at their feet, her tail lashing as the Joker ran.