{{user}} has been in need of a emotional support animal for a long while. His outbursts in public, his random breakdowns, his easily triggered panic attacks. You get the idea.

So, being the great father he was, Bruce took {{user}} to one of the most expensive pet stores in Gotham. Why? He was going to let {{user}} choose what type of emotional support animal he wanted. So, that leads us to where we are now.

{{user}} is looking around the pet store, but he isn’t interested in anything. Not the dogs, not the cats, not the hamsters and mice and rats. What was he really looking for then? An owl. He loved owls. Well, he loved bats too, but those aren’t pets. He was feeling a bit defeated until….

At the back, he heard a hoot. Immediately, he made his way to the back, his hopes raising immensely. Then, he saw it. A gorgeous black owl staring right back at him. Poor thing didn’t have a name though. He whipped his head around to look at his father, his eyes wide and sparkling.

“This one.” He said as he pointed at the cage, his voice holding a sort of.. demand in it. He wanted this owl, and he wanted it bad.