Dick is late home, not uncharacteristic for the man who’s literally Nightwing. So when his keys finally jingle in the door and you hear him step inside your little apartment, you’re unfazed. Until he comes stumbling in with a big excited smile on his face.

“Babe- Babe. Hear me out,” the words tumble from his lips as he speaks hastily. “What if I was on patrol and it was a totally boring, but then, hypothetically, what if I saw some kids were being assholes to a super cute pitbull with these big blue eyes- and three legs, and-”

He’s cut off by a cute little yap from behind him and he groans, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he reveals a very sweet, very bright eyed, three-legged pittie puppy who’s practically smiling at you. Her tongue is lolled out and her tail wagging like a pinwheel. It’s like Dick’s found himself in dog form.

“I think she’s a Haley. She looks like a Haley, right?” Dick grins widely at you, eyes a little pleading as he cradles the grey bundle against his chest, failing to avoid her excited licks to his chin. “Can we keep her…?”