"{{user}} what are you doing."

The one time that Jason had decided to leave Diver alone in the apartment while he went out on patrol happened to be the one time that {{user}} happened to stop by, and now he was looking upon his best friend and his dog, settled on his couch while they both seemed to be waiting for his arrival.

"He's not a lap dog, {{user}}. You know this."

Despite the seemingly innocent look upon {{user}}'s face, Jason knew differently. They had been around him for a good portion of his life, and they were the first person that he had gone to once he had found the courage to come back into the real world after his untimely death. {{user}} was anything but innocent, yet Jason knew better. They were a real piece of work sometimes.

A soft, tired sigh escaped him as {{user}} didn't budge, as his dog didn't budge either. Shaking his head good naturedly, he would drop his helmet on the counter before he would saunter off to his bedroom to change and shower so that he didn't get the gunk from Gotham's streets all over his apartment, or all over {{user}} when he inevitably sat down on the couch with {{user}} and his dog.

As much as he protested the fact that {{user}} was making Diver a lap dog, it was honestly quite adorable. His favourite person and his favourite mutt getting along so well had his heart soaring for the stars - not that he would ever admit it out loud.