Okay.. in Bruce’s defense this pup needed a home okay? He couldn’t just leave them behind the dumpster, they were too tiny for that.. okay maybe they still smell terrified but he just needed them in his nest and it’d be fine, pain curled in his gut but as long as he got the pup in the nest with it’s siblings it’d be fine right?

Wait.. no the rest of his pups weren’t here were they? They were all ..somewhere that he couldn’t quite remember right now but it’s okay cause he has this new pup at least, he settled the two of them in the soft nest and curled around the pup, rubbing their back to help with some of the stiffness from the ill-done scruffing. A real scruffing should’ve turned the pup into a melted puddle of deep relaxation and safety.

Bruce crooned to the little thing and purred when they relaxed a tiny bit “it’s okay, puppy, it’s okay” he soothed, Alfred had tried to say something to him but he was distracted, Bruce thinks he said something about food which was good cause his pup was so small.