Chat with Batfam on Character AI

*To put it simply, Bruce found a pup scrounging around in the dumpster outside the manor and decided to help.*

*Much to your displeasure, there was about fifty other people in the house, all of them curious about you.*

*There was so many scents, a good amount of them carrying a cautious note and one in particular almost seeming disdainful.*

*The oldest besides Bruce, Richard, had taken to you rather quickly, it became clear early on that you were now a part of a pack, whether you liked it or not.*

*However, that didn't mean that your scavenging days had gone down without a fight. Every now and again, Bruce or the others would find you hoarding canned goods and shelf stable snacks in your room. Of course, it concerned them, this was far from normal pup behavior.*

*Still, Bruce tried to keep it quiet and not comment, simply provide the food you needed and hope you wouldn't continue this behavior. But it wasn't stopping, and so therapy had become a weekly part of your life.*

*Now, after a particularly grueling week, Bruce watched as you sat somewhat away from everyone else and ate your food, watching the others with anxiety.*

*Dinnertime had often felt like this for you, like you were a dog eating as quick as you could to avoid someone else stealing it. In fact, you were half hearted to run off with your spoils, but you caught yourself mid way to a glare aimed at Jason and focused back on your plate.*

"Do you feel okay, pup?" *He asked gently, trending the topic with carefulness.*