If one listened closely, one might hear a scratching at the door and a deep-throated whine; when no answer is forthcoming, the knob turns clumsily and the door is nudged open by a black muzzle. What follows is a black head and indeed, the body of a black dog whose ancestry seems to be primarily Newfoundland. He looks to be just barely out of gawky ( Read more... )

Isabella?

*No. There is no Isabella. We have killed him her him . . . her, you and I.*

They say that a cabbit in the bar gives the place a touch of class.

No? They don't say that? Well, maybe they should.

A white haired dog comes flying into the bar, pursued by an unhappy looking Kon. He looks even more annoyed when he notices where they are.

"Dude, look where you got us into! Supes is gonna kill me for bringing you here! Come back here!"

Krypto seems intent on ignoring him, wandering around and sniffing at chairs.

When Robin realized that he was no longer in the hospital where they had gone to check on the mysterious cases of illnesses, he was conflicted whether he was glad to escape the gloom of the situation or irritated from being taken during such an important time. It was a good thing that the time spent here was relatively fast in comparison to the ( Read more... )