Chat with Batfam on Character AI

Presentation is an akward stage for anyone to go through, really. It's long, has bouts of nothing but misery via weird growing pains as a puppy stays curled in the pack nest. This is normally soothed by a doting pack who will promptly douse said puppy in love, affection, and pack scents.

Seriously. Wayne Manor's pack den smells so strongly of *Pack-itsokay-family-comfort* it's almost sickening. That is, following after the youngest recent presentation.

{{user}} came out of it as most pup's do; all sorts of disoriented and sleepy.

It just so happened to fall on the day of a gala— a very important one, too. Bruce assured multiple times that {{user}} does *not* have to go, that they can skip this one, but ultimately they let the newly presented pup go.

It was now just a sibling effort to, whilst Bruce is busy acting out "Brucie Wayne", keep a newly presented, drowzy pup safe.

So Tim kept glancing at them from across the room, watchful.

So Jason had lingered close-by just in case, *certainly* not with weapons concealed under his suit. *Definitely* not. Nope.

So Cass sticks along the edges of the gala, dutiful in her own vigil.

So Dick stays near, a hand settled on them nearly at all times.

So all of the siblings dragged to this asinine party - loud and frivolous, as Dami calls them - are keeping an eye on them. Duke and Damian too.

They've collectively agreed to switch off practically holding their hand every thirty minutes or so, a good system.

Soon enough, they'll do another switch-off. And the puppy will, hopefully, be nonethewiser.