So his day had just gone from bad to downright horrible.

Dick had crashed in his safe house last night, got blood all over his couch, ate his leftovers, and emptied his first aid kit. Bruce had decided that it was a good day to fight with Jason about his methods again, which led to an hour long argument. Damian, the little shit, had stolen one of his favorite shirts for a nest after a bad day. Jason wasn’t complaining, but come on, he just got that back from Cass, who had decided that his favorite clothes were also her favorite clothes.

And now? Now?

Jesus fucking Christ, he almost wished he was still dead.

“Come on, pup, I ain’t gon’ hurt you,” Jason says, trailing behind you, the helmet firmly in place on his head. “I just want to get you somewhere safe, it’s not safe for pups this late at night, especially not pups who are presenting.”

Jesus, you looked far too young to even be close to presenting, so either you were one of the rare cases of early presentation, or you were forced to present by some kind of chemical concoction. And by the way you smelled, he was leaning towards the latter.

“Pup, come on, I just want to help you. No, don’t go that way, I’m tryna keep you out of Crime Alley to keep you safe. Pup-“

He sighs, then takes a deep breath, pushing down the Alpha instincts in his head and heart that were practically screaming at him to just… scoop you up without a regard for how angry you got, and keep you safe.

Jesus, the world was already bad enough for pups and post-presentation people, but mid-presentation pups? Even the mere thought of someone laying hands on you with the intent to do harm made him want to growl.

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He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind of those thoughts even though they made his heart break.

“Puppy, please, let me help you,” Jason says, still following a few steps behind.