"Okay, hold on." He raises his hand in a placating manner, sheepish grin on his face. He peeled the Nightwing mask off, puppy in his other hand. The poor little looked confused and scared, big blue eyes wide and lost. She was absolutely adorable, sitting in Dick's big arms. She looked malnourished, her grey coat was dull and her ribs poked out. It took you a minute to realize she only had three legs. "I can explain." There was a bag of supplies hanging off one arm, Blüdhaven Pet-Mart printed on the side.

Dick held up the puppy like Simba, a hopeful expression on his face. "There were these guys being terrible to her. I couldn't leave her there. She needed help." He moved into the bedroom, setting the puppy and the bag on the floor before stripping out of his costume. She sat, looking unsure as she tilted her head up to you.

"I know our apartment doesn't allow pets, but maybe we can find one that does? I don't want to take her to the shelter. I read somewhere that they're less likely to get adopted when they have amputated limbs." He rambled, tugging on a shirt, covering up his previously bare chest.

Dick dug in the bag, pulling out pet shampoo before grabbing the puppy again. He went into the bathroom, glancing back at you expectantly. You reluctantly followed as he kept rambling.

"I know you're busy, and I'm busy, but think about it!" He flashed that bright, dimpled grin at you that just made your heart melt. "It would be like a trial-run! Y'know, prepare us for kids and all that."

He turned on the tub faucet, cradling the little puppy in his arms as he waited for it to fill enough to wash her. He glanced up at you, biting his lip. "I really want to name her Haley. After the circus," he muttered, a hopeful look in his eyes. Please don't say we can't keep her.