This story came from a prompt where we had to write fro a dog's POV. In the story Damian has been captured by some people and Bruce and Dick are having trouble finding him, so Titus sets out on his own to find 'His Boy'.
My Boy
I could tell My Boy was in trouble. I watch as Master and the Twirling Man yell at each other very loudly about My Boy. Master and Twirling Man yell a lot at each other, but this is different. They are as worried as I am and that only makes them more at odds with each other. I slip away from the two and set out on my own to look for My Boy.
As I reach the edge of the place that My Boy calls 'Gotham' I start to smell around to see if I can pick up his scent. 'Gotham' is not one of the better things I have smelled. Far from it, actually. 'Gotham' smells like some of the trash that The Food Giver takes out mixed with sewage. I soon pick up My Boy's scent and I start to run.
As the smell of My Boy grew stronger I ran faster. I come to an alley in between two warehouses. I smell around to see where My Boy is. I see a big, dark puddle of something and when I smell it it has a metallic scent mixed with My Boy's scent. The puddle leads me to the warehouse on the left.
My Boy was the first thing that I see when I walk into the warehouse. My Boy was lying on the ground with a big, dark puddle around him. There are two men standing around My Boy. The first man had a long, shiny pole with him while the second man had a sharp, pointy thing in his hand. I guess I had made a lot of noise when I came into the warehouse, because they turned and started coming at me.
The second man came at me first. He swung the sharp, pointy thing at me, but I ducked in time to miss it. I ran toward the second man and clawed at him and bit him. The next thing I knew the first man hit me with the long, shiny pole. The blow hurt, but I had to protect My Boy. Before I could lunge at the first man, Twirling Man jumped on him. I look to where I left the second man and see Master tying him up. Seeing that my help was not needed anymore, I loped over to My Boy.
When I get over to My Boy I lick his face. The weird liquid that was around him was also on his face, making his face taste metallically. My Boy opened his eyes and smiled a little at me. Master picks My Boy up and we walk out to the car. I sit right next to My Boy, so I can keep an eye on him. He reaches over and pets my head. "Good boy, Titus." He says before drifting off.