a/n: This is pitifully short, and I'm sorry about that, but I wanted to at least cover one prompt today. I've got another one (which was actually supposed to be the tenth prompt) all typed up and ready to go, but my roommate always gets first look at these fics so that she can tell me what to change, so that won't be up until tomorrow. I'm slowly catching up on my challenge!
BTW, first final went well, but there's another, more extensive one on Thursday, so there is a possibility I will lag behind on updates again.
10. Horse
"Grayson—"
"No."
"Grayson, really—"
"No."
"Grayson, you're the one that—"
"Damian, no."
"—insists on saving every single—"
"Damian, where are we even going to fit a horse? We've already given up one corner of the cave to Batcow, and you know that the only other place we could store a horse would be in the chemistry wing."
"We can't put a horse in the chemistry wing, Grayson. That's dangerous." Damian scoffed at his mentor, who threw up his hands in response.
"I know that, Dami! Those things bite; they aren't as sweet as they look, and we have to use that wing—"
"I meant for the horse."
"Damian. No."
The young boy crossed his arms and stared. Dick glared back. When Damian didn't let up, Dick's shoulders slumped and he looked a little desperate.
"C'mon, little D! Batcow's not going to share her heat lamp, nor her artificially grown grass, and we really don't have another place to put it. Can't you settle for another cat?"
"Tt." Damian turned back to the animal that was nosing at his shoulder. "I think I'll name you Bathorse."
Dick sighed.