Bruce Wayne and Richard Wayne Grayson where driving to the dog pound. Yes you heard right, Dick won this argument. It was a long drive for Bruce but Dick didn't mind. Dick Google(d) everything he could about dogs. The kind of breeds, food, dishes, toys ect. He also learned about how dogs were killed in pounds because there wasn't enough room for some. He told this to Bruce last night and explained that he wanted a dog from the pound to save a life.

"it's our job as you, Batman, and me, the future Robin, to save that dog's life daddy."

Now try to listen to a five year old repeat the same thing over and over and over again, In traffic. Not a great drive to Gotham's Second Chance Shelter.

"Dick do you even know what kind of dog you want?" Bruce asked.

"a cool one daddy and it has to be big and black." Dick said.

Bruce raised a brow. "why does it have to be black?"

"because if it's a white or any other color dog, it won't look like you on Halloween! Duh daddy! Who ever heard of a white or blue batman?" Dick said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

It took almost a hour to get to the pound and Dick had fallen asleep in his booster seat. Bruce parked his black Jeep Grand Cherokee. He removed his seat belt and got off the car. He shook Dick lightly. "Dick, Dick wake up where're here." Bruce said softly. Dick slowly opened his eyes. "let's go get us a dog then daddy." he said with a smile. Bruce smiled back maybe getting a dog won't be so bad.

They walked in hand in hand to the shelter. A nice lady with black hair and hot pink high light was at the front desk. She had to be in her mid twenties. She had a nice California tan and bright grayish teal eyes. She looked up from her magazine to see Bruce Wayne and his adopted son. She got up from her chair and put down her magazine.

"Welcome to the Second Chance Animal Shelter! My name is Bandit, how can I help you guys today?" she said.

"My name is Richard but you can call me Dick. That's my daddy Bruce and were here to get us a big dog. It has to be black though." Dick said looking as serious as he possibly could.

Bandit smiled at the five year old. "well we have big dogs in the back, let's go." she opened a door and Dick ran in. "hurry up daddy!" Dick shouted. Dick was in awe when he saw a lot of dogs. Bruce took his hand not wanting him to get lost.

"do you have any kind of dog in mind? We might have the breed." Bandit said with a smile on her face.

"no, not really." Bruce said. Dick pulled on Bruce's pants. He got to his son's level to hear what he wanted to say. "daddy i-i- I was thinking of a Great Bane." he said. "but if you don't want that kind of dog it's okay. We can get another kind." he added quickly.

Bruce was shocked. His son wanted a dog that can grow bigger than him? A Great Dane can grow to be over two feet, That's standing on all fours! On their hind legs however they can reach heights as much as 7 feet! They can weight 120-200 pounds, well males. That can squish his son! But he couldn't say no to those serene, deep, soulful, steely, soft, shining, twinkling, Calm, intelligent, lively, elegant, captivating eyes.

"never mind we do. Do you have any Great Danes?" Bruce said saying the breed's name correctly.

"well we have one but he isn't much of a family dog. He plays a little and is a little patient but he is very aggressive to people that he thinks is dangerous. That's almost everybody and he is very quiet." Bandit said.

"quiet?" said Bruce and Dick in unison. "how so?" Bruce said.

"to make it easier to understand, he's kind of like Batman; quiet and ninja like." she said.

"OH MY GOD DADDY! WE HAVE TO SEE THIS DOG! HE SOUNDS SO COOL!" Dick said.

"and the different thing about this dog is, you don't pick him. He picks you." she said. "he lost his owner. Poor man was killed. His name was John Wilker. Of what I heard, he was a sweet loyal dog. You should go see him, he might like you. His name is Ace." Bandit said.

Bruce went up to the front desk to fill out a form (questionnaires), then Bandit gave Bruce specific info about the specific dog like how old, where it came up, and why was surrendered.

Then after Bruce agreed and signed the paper, Bruce and Dick went into an open space in the shelter to spend some 101 time with the dog to test its temperament. The dog actually liked them! Ace played with Dick and Bruce. He didn't do anything that would make Bruce or Batman go into daddy bats mode. This dog was perfect. They choose Ace as their dog.

They went back to the front desk and sign some more paperwork and contracts and then they paid the fee. They didn't bring a leash, so they had to buy one. They also bought dog food, dishes, toys and other stuff the dog might need. The procedure took them about 2-3 hours but it was worth it. Dick happiness was priceless to Bruce.

The drive back home was also very long. Dick was sitting on his booster chair next to Ace. He was a fine dog. He was muscular, black and the fact that the dog was like him, it made Bruce happy. You could tell that the dog clicked with Dick. Bruce turned around to see the dog's head on Dick's lap. Dick's hand was over the dog's head, Dick was asleep. Ace looked protective over him. This made Bruce feel something special in side him. He felt that if he ever left on a long mission or was out on a business trip, he had someone, beside Alfred, looking out for his little bird.

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