Others say that you give off the aura of a moron and nothing more, that no one in their right mind would mess with this, probably these are just the principles of those who believe that villains are not just people.

But who has never thought so clearly? It was Dick, and his dog especially. This fluffy miracle simply adored you with all his little soul. At some point, Dick was even a little jealous because it was his dog and he loved you more than him. In any case, life continued to move without stopping and at some point their paths diverged, you moved out of his house taking the necessary things and the others later.

Dick was confused about what exactly he wanted from you. Meanwhile, his dog became restless, like a child whose parents had divorced over a silly argument.

Right now you came back to pick up the last of your things and finally move out completely, Dick was sitting quietly on the couch while his dog wandered around your feet, almost making you stumble. Maybe Alfred was right when he said that animals look like their owners...

— "How are things going?"

Dick began hesitantly, leaning his cheek against the back of the sofa while watching you.