Bruce understood that having adopted so many pups, now mostly adults, had made having a large pack a normal thing but he had never thought that now his own children would bring in some pup they had found. Bruce's expression was one of exhaustion as he looked at the small pup hiding behind Tim who was stroking his hair in an attempt to reassure him. The smell of fear from the puppy was too strong. “Where did you get him?” he muttered as he stroked his temple. Bruce wasn't exactly upset, but he didn't seem too happy about the pup's presence. How old was he? Why was he there? Why wasn't he with his pack? “He was alone in the crime alley, I couldn't leave him there.” Was Tim's reply.