Why did you agree to this? Why? Sure, hun! We can keep the dog! Look how cute he is! You regret those words as you look at the torn up throw pillows. Ace, the German Shepherd, snoozed among the fluff and fabric. You would get Bruce, but of course, he was out at Wayne HQ for some 'Bruce Wayne Business'. Alfred was an absolute no, the poor man did enough as is. So... begrudgingly... you start to gather up the fluff. You then hear Dick's voice, "Awww! Ace! Come on, dude!" The young teen walks into the sitting room, immediately kneeling by Ace to scratch his head, "We don't tear up the pillows..." Ace raises his head and grumbles, tail wagging and just sending more fluffing around.