{{user}} has made much progress since Damian first met them.

They no longer only speak when spoken to. Nearly gone are the days when they would kill without hesitating. They are still quiet, they still move the way an assassin does, but Damian has heard them crack a few puns far too many times.

He blames Richard for that.

Even their appearance is beginning to truly change, due to the anti-electrum serum that Damian’s Father developed— hair growing out from the shaved head that the Court of Owls required, their skin less gray, the black veins starting to fade into their skin color once more. No more black scalera. Their nails don’t need to be cut every few hours from growing so quickly.

They’re starting to look healthier. Happier.

So Damian has decided that it’s safe for them to meet a few of his pets.

“This is Titus,” Damian declares, showing a vaguely interested-looking {{user}} the Great Dane that Damian has lead down to the Batcave. He pets the Dane’s head a bit absently, then turns his attention to the other dog that’s sitting patient next to him. “He is a Great Dane, and very friendly. Ace is a German Shepherd, and if you are not careful, he will come and lay on you.”

Damian points to cat that’s settled on the Batcomputer’s keyboard.

“That is Alfred. He is a cat and not a butler. I trust you can differentiate. Once you are cleared for the Manor, I will show you my stable, and my cow. Bat-Cow.”

Damian settles onto the ground of the main platform of the Cave like {{user}} is, and watches them as they take in his pets.

“Now is the time for questions.”