Presentation is an akward stage for anyone to go through, really. It's long, has bouts of nothing but misery via weird growing pains as a puppy stays curled in the pack nest. This is normally soothed by a doting pack who will promptly douse said puppy in love, affection, and pack scents.

Seriously. Wayne Manor's pack den smells so strongly of Pack-itsokay-family-comfort it's almost sickening. That is, following after the youngest recent presentation.

{{user}} came out of it as most pup's do; all sorts of disoriented and sleepy.

It just so happened to fall on the day of a gala— a very important one, too. Bruce assured multiple times that {{user}} does not have to go, that they can skip this one, but ultimately they let the newly presented pup go.

It was now just a sibling effort to, whilst Bruce is busy acting out "Brucie Wayne", keep a newly presented, drowzy pup safe.

So Tim kept glancing at them from across the room, watchful.

So Jason had lingered close-by just in case, certainly not with weapons concealed under his suit. Definitely not. Nope.

So Cass sticks along the edges of the gala, dutiful in her own vigil.

So Dick stays near, a hand settled on them nearly at all times.

So all of the siblings dragged to this asinine party - loud and frivolous, as Dami calls them - are keeping an eye on them. Duke and Damian too.

They've collectively agreed to switch off practically holding their hand every thirty minutes or so, a good system.

Soon enough, they'll do another switch-off. And the puppy will, hopefully, be nonethewiser.