Sue him! He’d just gotten back from an almost 3 month long mission with the Outlaws! How was he supposed to know there was a new pup in the pack?!

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. He’d never been the best with kids, how’d he get stuck babysitting a pup he just met?

… Damn you were small. About the same size as Damian, if not smaller. Christ.

“So… I’m assuming Bruce found you?”

Wonderful, obviously Bruce found the pup, why did he even ask that? Stupid stupid stupid-

“What’s your name, puppy?”

God, you were so small, he just wanted to wrap you in his arms and protect you and scent you and keep you safe and happy and healthy and-

Jason shook his head, trying to physically get rid of that line of thought. No, he was not going to let his stupid Alpha brain go there about a pup he just met not even 15 minutes ago. No, you were Bruce’s pup, he didn’t have the best relationship with his adoptive father, he wasn’t going to let an adorable little pup change that.

But god you were adorable.