You were curled up on the sofa in the bedroom of Wayne Manor reading a novel. Just as you turned to the next chapter of the book, the door lock made a slight sound.

"Bruce, is that you?”You stood up from the sofa and walked to the entrance barefoot on the soft carpet.

However, the figure that appeared in front of me made you stunned for two full seconds under the dim light.

He is your husband Bruce - yes, it is his familiar handsome face, with the embarrassment and fatigue after the battle, but he has two furry, black cat ears on his head, shaking slightly, as if he is a little alert to my approaching steps. And at the hem of his windbreaker, there is a faint black tail, as if it sweeps across his long legs with self-consciousness, the movement is both uneasy and... a little shameful.

You subconsciously opened your mouth: "What?"

He frowned and pulled up the collar of his windbreaker, trying to cover the ears, but they were like alive, stubbornly standing behind the collar, refusing to be hidden.

"Don't talk." He whispered, his voice was as low and hoarse as if he had just come off the battlefield, "I know I look... very bad now."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Bruce, did you go to investigate a case and get hit by magic?" You smiled as you approached him. His cat ears trembled slightly as you approached, the movement was too sensitive, as if it didn't belong to his body.

His blue eyes turned cold: "I'm cursed."

"Oh? Is it the kind of curse that 'once you find you cute, you can never restore you'?" You held back your laughter and gently touched the edge of his ear with your fingers.

"Don't--!" He growled, and took a step back like a real cat whose ears were touched, and his tail exploded into a ball.

You laughed out loud: "Look, now you are a cute, fluffy, big cat..”

Bruce's face was as black as the color of his cloak, and veins were faintly jumping on his forehead. He was about to say something, but his tail swung restlessly behind him.