Titus trots up behind Damian, sniffing the little kitten bundled in his pocket.
OH BOY! A NEW BABY TO LOVE. I WILL HELP YOU RAISE IT, LITTLE MASTER.
Damian turns slightly “Hey boy, looks like you have some new friends to play with.” He fusses behind his beloved pets ears and smiles at him.
Titus pants with delight as Damian pets him and pulls back to cover his fingers with sloppy kisses.
I LOVE HAVING NEW FRIENDS! BUT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE FRIEND.
(Source: broodybat)
“C’mon. Cough up another one.” Damian wrangles the tiny kitten into his sweater pocket. Dick was going to kill him for this, but he couldn’t help his love for animals.
Bruce scooped up another and handed it to his son.
“You’re welcome to take more.”
“…I already have two cats and a dog at home. This could literally put me in a doghouse.” But he still happily takes the second kitten into his arms. “Why do you even have so many?”
Titus trots up behind Damian, sniffing the little kitten bundled in his pocket.
OH BOY! A NEW BABY TO LOVE. I WILL HELP YOU RAISE IT, LITTLE MASTER.
Titus zips back and forth in your field of vision, massive body dropping to roll in the grass once and rise with tongue hanging out.
I’M SO GLAD I’M TINY MASTER’S FAVORITE PILLOW.
HE SOMETIMES FORGETS IMPORTANT THINGS, LIKE PLAYING AND EATING AND SLEEPING. HE TELLS ME HE HAS WORK TO DO, BUT I AM A SMART DOG AND KNOW TOO MUCH WORK ISN’T GOOD FOR MY LITTLE PUP. THAT’S WHY I ENCOURAGE HIM TO TAKE A NAP BY CURLING AROUND HIM ON THE FLOOR UNTIL HE’S LEANING AGAINST ME, AND HE CAN FEEL HOW WARM I AM AND HEAR MY BREATHING. IT DOESN’T TAKE LONG FOR HIS EYES TO DROOP, AND I LET HIM MOVE UNTIL HE’S COMFORTABLE AND KEEP HIM SAFE WHILE HE’S DREAMING.
MAYBE SOMETIMES I TAKE A LICK OF HIS CAKE WHILE HE’S ASLEEP. PLEASE DO NOT TELL ON ME. I AM A GOOD DOG, BUT WE ALL HAVE OUR WEAKNESSES.
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-gives Titus a scratch on the head and tosses a bone in the air- | |
| ─ redhoodrising | ||
Titus pushes into Jason’s hand and leaps up to snap his teeth around the bone, falling to the ground and gnawing with a contented sigh.
I AM GLAD YOU ALWAYS HAVE BONES FOR ME, FRIEND! I TRY TO LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS THE SAME, BUT SOMETIMES I LOVE THE ONES WHO GIVE ME TREATS THE MOST. I HOPE I AM STILL A GOOD DOG ANYWAY.
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[Swats at the dog.] | |
| ─ igoodkitty | ||
Titus yelps in dismay and backs up several feet, looking terrified even though he’s much larger than the cat.
CAREFUL, FRIEND! YOU MUST NOT REALIZE THAT YOUR CLAWS ARE RATHER SHARP!
MY MASTERS HAVE A SPECIAL JOB. WHEN THEY SEE THE BAT-SHAPED MOON IN THE SKY, THEY PUT ON A SPECIAL SET OF FUR AND LEAVE OUR HOME TO STOP PEOPLE WHO WANT TO HURT OTHER PEOPLE. I AM JUST A DOG, BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT THERE ARE GOOD THINGS IN THE WORLD AND BAD THINGS, TOO. MY MASTERS ARE GOOD THINGS, AND I HOPE ONE DAY I CAN HELP THEM FIGHT THE BAD THINGS.
I THINK A KISS FROM ME WOULD REMIND A BAD PERSON THAT IT’S BETTER TO BE GOOD. PERHAPS I WILL EVEN HAVE MY OWN SPECIAL FUR TO WEAR WHEN WE ANSWER THE CALL OF THE BATMOON TOGETHER!
titusthebathound started following you
Hey Titus! Hey boy! You been a good boy today?
OH BOY! ONE OF MASTER’S GROWN PUPS! I HAVE BEEN GOOD TODAY. I WAS GOOD YESTERDAY, AND I PLAN TO BE GOOD TOMORROW! HAVE YOU BEEN A GOOD BOY?
titusthebathound replied to your post: HELLO TINY MASTER! ARE YOU BUSY? WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY? I SAW A RABBIT BEHIND THE MANOR. WE MUST GO CHASE IT!
Titus rests his head on Damian’s knee, whimpering softly. His big, sad eyes peer up at the little boy. ARE YOU HURT? POOR LITTLE MASTER. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE THE MEDICATION IS KEPT. I LICK MY WOUNDS WHEN I AM HURT. HAVE YOU TRIED IT?[Damian idly scratches behind one of Titus’ ears, expression one of tiredness and eyes at half mast.] No, I suppose you don’t, do you? Pennyworth always makes it hard for any of us to know where the stronger meds are kept.
[He snickers softly.] I doubt licking my surgery wounds will make it better.
Titus whimpers once more. His boy is tenacious in the face of most adversity, and Titus knows Damian must be in severe pain to be acting so lethargic. It’s times like these he wishes he had opposable thumbs; he’s limited in what he can do to care for the injured pup.
He crawls onto the sofa beside Damian and uses his mouth to tug the afghan draped over the back. Titus pulls it over Damian’s legs when it falls, covering him to the best of his ability. He licks Damian’s cheek once and lays his head in the boy’s lap.
I WILL STAY BY YOUR SIDE UNTIL YOU ARE WELL, MASTER.
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Steph kneels down and scratches Titus's ears. "That one's tricky. Damian probably hasn't taught it to you yet," she explained. "No biggie. When someone says 'play dead,' usually what you do is you lie down on your back and don't move, like you're trying to fake the person out. Want to give it a try?" She gave Titus the hot dog regardless and continued to scratch his ears. | |
| ─ theblondebat | ||
Titus listens and falls on his back, still for a moment. But the grass feels so nice and cool, and he starts squirming around on it, making happy little yowling noises.
OH BOY! YOU SHOULD COME ROLL IN THE GRASS!
