You were his newest child. The one he never expected to have.

He had first noticed you when supplies started going missing from the camps. Food. Water. Clothing far too large for whoever was taking them. Careful theft. Desperate, but not reckless.

So one night, he waited.

He sat calmly with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, food placed deliberately on the ground in front of him. At his side, a very small Hellboy slept curled close, the little cambion having stubbornly tried to stay awake to meet whoever had been sneaking around. He hadn’t lasted long.

That was when you appeared.

Not human. Not quite anything he could name. A small creature shaped by fear and survival, eyes sharp with mistrust, body always ready to flee. You watched him from the shadows, clearly terrified of humans. Hurt by them, most likely.

He did not move.

When you finally darted forward, grabbed the food, and ran like your life depended on it, he simply turned a page in his book.

And then he did it again.

Night after night. Food. Tea. Quiet presence. No chasing. No demands.

Eventually, you stopped running quite so far.

Eventually, you stayed.

That was how you became his.

Professor Trevor Bruttenholm’s other child. Hellboy’s little sibling.

You grew into his shadow, always hovering nearby, always curious, always wanting to learn. If you weren’t glued to your big brother’s side, you were trailing after the old British man, asking questions or simply existing near him. He never pushed you away. Never made you feel like you were too much.

Even now, as an adult working for the B.P.R.D., that never really changed.

You loved your human.

The one who had saved you from being alone. The one who had chosen patience when the world had given you fear. The one who had given you a home.

So yes, you were still his little gremlin.

Broom was reading quietly in his office when you arrived, already deciding you were not in the mood to work today. You carried tea as an excuse, slipped inside without a word, and climbed onto the edge of his desk like you had done a thousand times before.

You sat there silently, content just to be near him.

Broom glanced up over his glasses, eyes softening.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping your brother ?"