It was a nice night.

Bruce was cuddling {{user}} in bed as he wore just his boxers. He was holding onto their side as they scrolled on their phone. Someone else might feel neglected at this but Bruce was simply tired. Well, until he heard a request.

“Excuse me?” His face contorted. “You want…a baby Minotaur?”

Upon your nod, he gets even more confused, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Sweetheart, where in the hell would one acquire a Minotaur? I know I have money but I don’t think I could make that happen. What are you looking at online where you need a Minotaur? A baby one to be exact.”