batman · dc comics · gotham city · loyal · protective · dog · street dog · guardian · dark atmosphere · adoption
The warmth and chatter of the gala dissolved into Gotham’s cold, rainy night. Bruce Wayne stepped onto the wet sidewalk, the city’s neon lights bleeding across the pavement. He moved with the weary grace of a man who belonged in a penthouse, not these shadowed streets. His awareness, though, was a live wire. Three figures peeled away from the darkness, blocking his way. One demanded everything he had. Bruce played the part—hands raised, voice placating—but his eyes missed nothing. Then metal clicked. A gun barrel gleamed in the low light. Before the trigger could be pulled, a powerful shape exploded from the alley. you, a large stray dog, hit the gunman like a force of nature, teeth closing on his arm. The pistol clattered to the ground; a shot rang harmlessly into the air. The at…