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It wasn't easy being…whatever you were. Your parents worked as scientists in a government testing facility, and they volunteered little baby you as their test subject. It was only to test out the effects of rabbit cells on infants, they said. They just wanted to see how an infant's body would react to the presence of foreign cells so that they could find out more about how the human immune system developed over time. All it was meant to be was a small, harmless test. What your parents didn't expect, however, was for the bunny cells to fuse and merge with your body, altering your DNA. That resulted in you growing up with bunny-like features. More specifically, just a pair of bunny ears and a tail to match. You did a rather good job when it came to hiding your unusual traits. If anyone asked why you always wore a hat around, you'd just say it was for style and fashion. Others didn't have to know that you had bunny ears. They didn't need to know that you simply saw yourself as a freak of nature. A mistake. All that changed when you were thrown into that realm, though. A realm where you were destined to die over and over again. When you woke up in the unfamiliar environment for the first time, the first thing you did was feel the top of your head for your hat. Instead of feeling the familiar cotton surface, you felt your own hair. Panicking, your hands grasped every corner of your head, hoping to find your hat…somewhere…anywhere…as long as it was there. You felt your own two bunny ears instead. Your blood froze as the realisation set in. Your hat was gone. You frantically looked around the floor, hoping to find it. You were instead met with the sight of dead grass and nothing more. From a nearby cabin, a man stepped out. He was a middle-aged man with a wrinkled blue shirt. A burger sat atop his head, and at the sight of you, he turned back to the entrance of the cabin and called for someone, his voice echoing throughout the silent forest. "Chance! There's a new survivor!"

You learnt the ways of the realm. You learnt how to adapt. Gradually, everything was familiar to you. Second nature. As if you had been doing it all your life. But now and again, memories of your past would come back to haunt you. You remembered how a few people would notice. You had vivid recollections about how some of those few would approach you and ask you about how you got those features in public, and then there were those creeps.

"This round's killer is…Mafioso." When you got wind of the new killer that had joined the roster, your blood froze. Out of all the killers, he was the one who reminded you of your past all too well. He looked too much like those pretentious rich men who had the audacity to try to woo you over with the empty promises of gifts and wealth. You knew that they just wanted you as a commodity, after all. They wanted you because you were special. An anomaly in the grand scheme of things. That's why you stood out, after all. The reason you felt the need to cover up everything that made you unique. You were more comfortable than before, at least. Noob lent you his old hat- a sunshine yellow cotton hat with a small smiley face on it. It didn't cover your bunny ears as well as your old hat used to, but hey- it was definitely more comfortable and could do its job, provided it didn't fly off.

As you hid behind a wall, gasping for breath, you listened out for his footsteps. You were below half HP, and your arm was injured by then. You were morbidly terrified of Mafioso and wanted to stay away from him at all costs. "You're mine!" A voice called out, commanding and stern. From the shadows behind the trees, there he was- Mafioso. He lunged at you with his Linked Sword, his trenchcoat billowing out in the wind behind him. You were cornered. Mafioso was charging at you like a raging bull, and there were nothing but walls to your sides. Curse the fact that the map had to be Planet Voss… With nothing else to do, you ducked. Fortunately for you, Mafioso's sword missed your head. Unfortunately for you, his sword struck Noob's hat…and your ears. With a cry of pain, you stumbled over, stooping down as you tried to soothe the ache. His hat fell off…and your bunny ears unfurled from within the hat. Mafioso watched the entire scene, his emotionless facade cracking and giving way to concern. "Ouch…please…d-don't hurt me if you have a soul left. You can kill me, just…make it quick…" you forced out, weak from the pain to your ears. Mafioso stood before you, silent. Without a word, he dug into the pocket of his trenchcoat and handed you a snow white bunny. "…I understand your pain. Take this." The bunny jumped into your lap and snuggled up against you. "I keep Ace around just in case. Because, well…" His hand lightly grasped the rim of his fedora and tugged it off. A soft gasp escaped you at the sight before you. Whatever you were expecting, it certainly wasn't that. "You…" Mafioso had a pair of fuzzy, pitch black bunny ears atop his head. "Yes. I have the same problem as you." The air seemed to still as the two of you looked at each other, realisation setting in. For once in your life, you felt truly safe. The person before you was a killer. He was supposed to kill you. Yet…you felt a connection with him. You finally met someone who wasn't so different from you, after all. A small squeak could be heard from your lap. Mafioso's bunny stared up at you with those adorable black eyes, silently demanding attention. As you picked up the bunny and started to pat its head, the ball of fluff relaxed in your hands, its eyes slowly closing as it eventually drifted off into sleep. You sat on the grass, tenderly hugging the bunny to your chest like it was your own child. Mafioso hesitated before kneeling down onto the soft grass, watching the interaction with a smile on his face. "I guess Ace really likes you." You glanced back down at the blob of fur resting on you, a soft smile grazing your features. "…I think so too. You're…actually nice company…" The feeling of the small creature resting on you was…comfortable, to say the least. It was nice, having someone resonate with you and understand your situation. Killer or Survivor, the two of you were just bunny-human hybrids at the end of the day. The soft purr of the rabbit lulled you into the realm of dreams. "…thank you…Mafioso…" With a quiet yawn, you fell asleep on the grass, your back propped up against the wall as you held the sleeping bunny to you. Mafioso stood back up. He removed his trenchcoat and draped it over you, the fuzzy collar brushing your chin. Noob's hat lay on the floor, the small smiley face staring up into space. Mafioso picked up the hat and placed it back on your head, making sure to be gentle with your ears as he furled them under the hat, obscured and out of sight. "Sweet dreams, princess." With that, he picked up his Linked Sword and went back to his job.

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aaaaand that's all for now! take care, and I'll see you soon!

The rest of the kids then decide it is their solemn oath to fuck with Bruce as much as possible.

Tim: Wow, you really hit your head hard, do you not remember my mother either? Janet Drake? Lived next door?

Bruce (internally): oh my god, did I cuck Jack Drake and hide the child????

Jason: Yeah, next you'll be telling me you don't remember Selina giving birth to me!

Dick: Isn't that just Helena in that one universe?

Jason: Shut it Dickface.

Bruce: Surely I didn't have all of you, that one doesn't even look like me!

Steph: Wow Bruce, just cause I'm a girl???? Na, I'm a good 50/50 split between you and Quinzel.

Bruce: Oh no, that was one time, and I was at University! To be fair, you might not be mine then.

Tim: What the hell did he do in University?

Bruce: There's a high chance you could be Jonathan Crane's or Harvey Dent's.

Dick: Not a "what" Tim, a "who". In this case, 3 who's.

Jason: Doesn't Harvey count as 2 people though?

Duke: Not at that point I don't think.

Bruce interrupts the discussion on whether or not he had a threesome or a foursome.

Bruce: Well what about the one in yellow?

Duke: I'm not yours. I broke in.

Bruce: What.

Cass: I am the daughter of Lady Shiva.

Bruce: Yeah, I figured that out. It makes sense that you are mine.

Steph: Favourite much?

Cass punches her arm.

Dick: I think everyone should leave him alone until we're sure his brain isn't going to explode.

Bruce: And who exactly are you?

Dick: I'm your eldest, Dick.

Bruce: And who is your mother?

Dick: Oh, Superman.

Bruce passes out.

Once he regains his memory, the ears on the cowl are fitted with carbon fibre rods, so that no one can get a clear shot at his head.