THE BITTY MEME.

[dirtysocksandthensome]

Simply put. You are a small child. Or alternatively someone dealing with a small child. Either you turned into a kid or you're having to deal with a friend or individual who is now a child.

1. Playground: You're on a playground, either wrangling a small child or you're playing on the best playground, ever.

2. Toys: You're a kid in a toy store! Hooray!
Or..You're an adult in a toy store! Damn it!

3. Big Bad "something or other": You're a scared small children for some reason, maybe there's thunder or explosions or something.

4. Food Too much sugar, too much something or other.

5. Making Friends and Wildcard option: Your character's a kid. Go nuts with that.

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Ame | Wolf Children

[likehisfather]

[littlestguano]

[It's been a quiet night out in Gotham tonight. Grayson had sent him after some thugs who had taken off in the middle of a drug bust after the two of them had finished dealing with the ones in charge, and it had taken all of seven minutes to track them down, knock them out cold, and put in a call to the GCPD. He's at ground level still, making his way through familiar winding alleys that will take him to his designated meeting spot with Grayson when he notices a few lowlifes laughing to themselves and staring at something on the ground.

Never a good sign.

His eyes narrow and he approaches with his hood drawn and two batarangs ready as he attempts to get a good look at what they're doing before attacking anything. Apparently attacking first and asking questions later wasn't how Robin was supposed to work. Who knew.]

[likehisfather]

[Ame didn't like being lost. He isn't the least bit accustomed to a big city--especially nothing larger than a handful of people, as someone who's lived isolated for the majority of his little life--but the fact that it's so dark and dank just scares him out of his wits. He'd cried about it, until he heard shouts of people, loud pops. Fear had him yelping into the form of a small wolf pup.

And with that, he decided to scurry along the corners, trying to find his way back home. Where would he go? Tiny, soft fur, big hazel eyes, a mop of hair, little paws, he's only better at hiding in this form, faster at running. But he's still small, and he can't find his mother. Fear over stumbling across anyone else he doesn't know keeps him from howling out for her, and his nose can't pick up her scent at all, or Yuki's. Did he get lost?

It doesn't help that he's hungry or confused, and even less when he runs into a small pack of people. With a squeak, Ame tries to jump back, but they're much bigger, already faster having caught him by surprise. He's trapped behind them. With a small whimper, he slinks closer to the wall. They're just like the big boar behind his house... Yuki always tells him to fight back, to bark at them and scare them away, but they're so much bigger. He lets out a bark, an attempt--and they laugh, just moving closer. It didn't work. Whimpering, he just pulls himself in more and hopes they'll leave him alone.]

[littlestguano]

[Unfortunately, Gotham doesn't draw the kind of scum that leaves people alone. They are exactly the kind of lowlifes to enjoy kicking around a defenseless animal.

It's probably what they're about to start doing when Robin catches sight of what's going on and uses his grapple to swing overhead, landing easily between the small puppy and the approaching thugs. He doesn't bother with any sort of witty comeback as Grayson or Brown would have, instead immediately springing into action and dispatching them with perhaps slightly more violence than was neccessary.

He really doesn't like people who pick on animals.

Thugs having run crying or laying unconscious on the floor, Damian turns back to the dog, no...wolf? It has to be a wolf pup. Strange but then this is Gotham.

He kneels carefully a few feet away and holds out one hand for the pup to sniff.]

They will not harm you anymore.

[likehisfather]

[Things Ame didn't expect: that entire ordeal. The moment the newcomer swooped in, his paw finds a way over his eyes and he braces himself for the worst... that never comes. Instead, it's a small voice, and a hand reaching for him to come closer.

He... he saved him. With a soft sniff, Ame lowers his paws back onto the ground, eyes peering up at his savior. The boy doesn't look too old at all. Not as big as the adults, but definitely still bigger than him. Ame takes a few seconds to think, but realizes he'd much rather be with this new savior than roaming alone. So with that, he inches his way closer, little wet nose brushing against his hand. A few sniffs--yep, he doesn't smell that bad at all--and he just nuzzles his nose into his palm, as a silent thanks.]

[littlestguano]

[Damian is patient. When the little wet nose meets his hand, he raises it slowly and scratches under Ame's chin and then slowly strokes the fur over his back.

The mannerisms of the puppy were strange, almost covering its eyes in a human fashion, but the wolf pup now seems normal enough.]

You shouldn't be out here alone. Do you have an owner little wolf? [He rises to his feet, looking around to see if there's any sign of someone having been there aside from the usual drunks. There isn't.

He turns back to Ame, frowning. It's hardly like he can just leave him here. He's only a puppy.]

[likehisfather]

[The scratching, while a mostly new and unfamiliar sensation, just feel nice and have him relaxing a little. He lets out a small hum of approval, tail wagging back and forth. Once the petting comes, he's in a little heaven, merely curling up a little to take in the full feel of being petted. It's a nice feeling and it reminds him so much of his mom.

But once the hand moves away, as the boy speaks to him--an owner?--he yelps softly. What does he mean? Ame's not a pet! His mouth opens again, but then he just snuffs softly. He almost let it slip... he can't turn back into a boy right now, and he can't explain that he's looking for his mommy. He'll just have to keep the search on alone, huh...

With a small whimper, he steps away, looking around. But only two steps away, he finds himself looking back at the young rescuer. He's lost. Hopelessly so.]

[littlestguano]

[Damian snorts and rolls his eyes, smiling as he kneels to pick Ame up.]

You're hopeless on your own, aren't you? [He cradles him gently, absentmindedly continuing to pet him with one hand and fingering his grapple gun with the other. The pup probably won't react well to swinging so he'll take the streets and alleys. He takes a second to let Grayson know he'll be longer to their meeting spot and then turns back to the wolf pup in his arms.]

I don't know how you got here, but someone had to have brought you. Wolves aren't native to Gotham. Come on, little Wolf, I'll find out how you got here. [It wouldn't be the first time some rich moron had bought a dangerous or exotic animal.

If Ame doesn't protest, Damian will begin the trek through the alleyways with the puppy still in his arms.]

[likehisfather]

[Yes buddy he sure is. Ame is in a world full of gentle softness under those pets, already tucking himself against Damian's warmth. He's glad for the warm cuddles, and the petting; his mind has temporarily gone blank, replaced by nothing but pleased security as he just soaks it up. But once Damian begins speaking to him again, he pulls out of his stupor and whimpers again.

He really should say something... But he can't. He's never had this happen before; when he and Yuki howled at their old house, they got their mommy in trouble with the landlady. And he's supposed to keep it a secret... He'll have to do his best. He just nuzzles in a little closer, and waits for Damian to take him wherever he's going.]