"Snap..."something wet and slimy squirmed.

Something... Damian narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a tiny figure writhing weakly at the river's edge from afar. Out of alarm, he subconsciously felt for his weapon behind him and cautiously approached. Then he saw an octopus.

An almost dying, pathetic little octopus, huddled limply on the shore, its tentacles dangling feebly.

"...... dying." Damian pondered for a moment, but finally knelt down, picked up the little octopus and brought it back to Wayne Manor. He had a lot of pets , Titus, Bat-cow, Jerry, Alfred, Wiggles, Goliath...one more wouldn't hurt.

Upon returning to the manor, he had just brought out the baby octopus when he was "attacked" by Alfred the cat. "No, no, Alfred, this isn't edible!" Damian raised the octopus in his hand, dodging the cat's attempts to pounce and frowned as he contemplated where to settle the wet one. "Titus, this is going to be our new family member." He glanced at Titus who was sitting crouched down and rubbed his large doggy head in passing before heading for his room.

"Stay here for now...I'll get you a bigger fish tank tomorrow." he carefully placed the little octopus into the bathtub filled with water. The water rippled in a circle and the little octopus moved slightly in the water, looking finally a little bit more energetic.

He crossed his arms and stood beside the bathtub for a moment in contemplation.

--Shouldn't he give you a name?