I hear by request on the behalf of all of humanity a great need
A haley grayson/bitewing centered fic
A day in the life of Haley
I have considered the request and approve
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Haley Grayson is the luckiest dog in the world. It’s just facts. Sure she’s missing a leg, but she has a warm house to sleep in at night. Owners who always give her pets and cuddles and treats. A full belly every night, waking up next to one of her favorite people every morning.
Today’s Mar’i. After her usually morning lovings, she watches the tall girl dress and do her dark curls. Haley remembers when she was little more than a pup. Watching Haley with wonder and delight. Now look at her, almost grown up. Following her to the kitchen, Haley waits patiently for her morning treat. The front door opens and shuts, familiar footsteps heading towards them. Mar’i settles at the table as her father joins them.
“Morning, Starshine,” Dick yawns, kissing Mar’i’s head. Then he leans down to give Haley her morning lovings. “Morning, Bitewing, you keep my baby safe?”
“Ah yes, She valiantly protected me from the delivery guy last night.” Mar’i laughs, offering Haley an affectionate scratch. “How’s the Drakon case going?”
“It’s going.” He sighs, joining his daughter. Curling up under the table, Haley listens to Mar’i and Dick talk over the case details. Since Dick left the Force and became a Private eye, he’s been home much more. To both his girls’ delight. “Haley’s going with you to the tower this weekend right?”
“Yep!” Mar’i laughs as Haley jumps into her lap, licking at her face. “Oh you’re ready to see your friends, huh, H’al’ey? Krypto and Ace and Titus!”
Haley’s tail thumps against the table, making her family laugh. Dick scratches behind her ears with a grin, “Just the dogs, right?”
Snorting, Mar’i nods, “After Jerry and Batcow’s last visit, it’s a wonder Milagro didn’t kill Damian.”
The pair talk more over breakfast before Dick heads to bed. Cleaning up her dishes, Mar’i kneels to give Haley scritches and kisses, “Watch Dad’s six! I’ll see you after school, H’al’ey!”
Haley’s tail thumps against the linoleum. She loves when Mar’i says her name like that. A few more kisses and Mar’i heads out the door. Haley hops around the apartment, sniffing all the exits and entrances twice. Just to make sure it’s super secure.
A low whine from Dick’s room catches her attention. Sneaking in, she finds her owner tossing in bed. Sleeping as far as she can tell, but not peacefully. Haley knows about that. She has dreams about her lift before. Climbing into bed, Haley lays her body on top of his. Letting her body weight and heat ease the man’s worry.
Haley learned this to help Mar’i when her thoughts get too much. Or when she has a nightmare. But Haley uses it for both humans. As Dick slowly relaxes against the pillows, into a more peaceful sleep, Haley stays with him to keep the bad guys away.
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“Easy girl!” Mar’i laughs, letting Haley pull her along.
Ace, Titus, and Krypto bark at her when she guides Mar’i into the living room. A low whistle from Damian silences Ace and Titus. Krypto bounds over, sniffing at Haley as Mar’i unhooks her. The all white dog smells like outside. But with something else. Something she only smells when they see Ma and Pa. Hay maybe?
“Woah, full house this weekend!” Colin laughs, dropping his backpack by the door. He has that funny smell to him again. Like something burning inside him. Haley nudges his hand, whimpering sympathetically. He smiles fondly at her, “I got a bad flare up coming, huh, Hales?”
Licking his hand, Haley offers her sympathy. Colin’s a good friend. Always sneaking her extra treats and a nice nap place. He doesn’t deserve burning. Her own missing limb aches and she nudges his hand with her head.
“Haley bear!”
Jon! Barking, Haley darts over to the crouching man. Lapping at his face as he laughs. He’s Mar’i’s most best friend. Always over to steal Haley’s cuddle time. But she always allows it. He makes yummy food for her.
“Hi, Superbabe.” Mar’i smiles at him.
“Hi, Star.” Jon looks up as she leans down, kissing his lips. “Practice run late?”
“Yeah, Jack and I have that competition next week. Ran through our duet a few extra times.”
Haley sniffs the air, barking with the others as three figures join them. Jai-Jai! Lian! Irey! Haley barks and races to them, Jai barely setting Lian down before her viciously adorable attack. Titus and Ace join her, though they focus more on Irey. Laughs and more pets between the dogs.
It’s going to be a fun weekend
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Clark: [stares at Ace] Is that what I think it is?
Bruce: Oh, that’s Chewperman, Ace’s favorite chew toy.
Clark: You let Ace chew on a mini me?
Bruce: That’s what it’s made for. If it makes you feel bad, I’ll make one for Krypto too. He’ll love it, right boy?
Ace: Woof.
The following week at the Fortress of Solitude…
Bruce: Why is this toy kept behind a glass casing? It’s meant for Krypto. [takes it out of the casing and tosses it to Krypto] Here boy!
Krypto: [happily chomps on the Batman chew toy]
Clark: Noooo! Don’t! Krypto, let go of Batsqueak!
Bruce: Batsqueak?
Clark: It just feels wrong, Bruce! I can’t bear to let any harm come to Batsqueak. He should be kept safe in his ice cave, not mauled by giant fangs.
Bruce: …
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So, BC blordo from my tv shows brainrot:
Headcanons for Ace of Clubs (DCAU)/How I write them.
She's definitely Christian, the US government got a hold of her, she's Catholic. Just how those things roll.
I like to write her as, you know, surviving. Despite being a FNAF fan I struggle surprisingly a lot with child death if it's not due to purple men. /jk
Because she survives, she absolutely becomes a Wayne. Bruce was the only person to care for her ever, he's dad the second she hugs him.
Definitely gets along great with Cass. Probably slowly grows to dress a lot like her too.
Same with Jason, and probably the rest of the girlies (Steph and Babs)
Not a hero, maybe helps Babs as Oracle's sidekick. But after what Uncle Sam did to her... Yeah she's not using any powers ever again.
Bruce had to bribe the US government SO much to keep her but the US is so corrupt that eventually they just let him. The DCU Pandora papers include really weird looking docs about this whole adoption process.
More later!
Picrew by me
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Cujo the Bathound
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Now a fic on AO3 :) : Let Dead Dogs Lie
“Hand over the dog.”
Gotham’s reputation for crime and many flavors of strange preceded it, but Danny did not anticipate being robbed at sword point for a dog. Granted, a green, glowing dog does attract some attention, but this was a city with rampaging clowns and toxic sludge. Cujo wriggled excitedly in his arms, tightening the leash wrapped around Danny’s wrist.
“This dog?” Danny freed his other hand to point at Cujo emphatically, cartoonishly looking around the deserted alleyway as if the sword swinging child might have been mistaken. “Are you sure? You can have my wallet, it has 15 cents and a Bat Burger punch card, only one more visit for a free side!”
“Don’t be absurd.”
“Yeah, I heard you used to get a free combo. Punch cards aren’t what they used to be.” The edge of the blade pressed into Danny’s throat, Cujo jumped down and Danny raised his hands placatingly, keeping the leash out of reach of the would-be petnapper. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, what kind of person would let someone take their dog?”
The kid’s face softened slightly at that, and Danny took the opportunity to swat the sword away, scoop up Cujo, and run.
“STOP!”
Danny kept running. Faintly, he heard the click of a device, but no one pursued him. It was a good thing too. He lied about the punch card.
“Hand over the dog.”
Gotham’s reputation for crime and many flavors of strange preceded it, but Danny did not anticipate being robbed at sword point for a dog. Granted, a green, glowing dog does attract some attention, but this was a city with rampaging clowns and toxic sludge. Cujo wriggled excitedly in his arms, tightening the leash wrapped around Danny’s wrist.
“This dog?” Danny freed his other hand to point at Cujo emphatically, cartoonishly looking around the deserted alleyway as if the sword swinging child might have been mistaken. “Are you sure? You can have my wallet, it has 15 cents and a Bat Burger punch card, only one more visit for a free side!”
“Don’t be absurd.”
“Yeah, I heard you used to get a free combo. Punch cards aren’t what they used to be.” The edge of the blade pressed into Danny’s throat, Cujo jumped down and Danny raised his hands placatingly, keeping the leash out of reach of the would-be petnapper. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, what kind of person would let someone take their dog?”
The kid’s face softened slightly at that, and Danny took the opportunity to swat the sword away, scoop up Cujo, and run.
“STOP!”
Danny kept running. Faintly, he heard the click of a device, but no one pursued him. It was a good thing too. He lied about the punch card.
Cujo was Ace the Bathound. Need I say more???
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