Drabble: Puppy Thoughts
Title: Puppy Thoughts
Muse: Jason Todd (Comics)
Fandom: Batman (Comics)
Prompt: Puppies
Word Count: 380
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm poor. Don't sue me.
Mun Note: Cross posted from Musing_Way over on Dreamwidth. Yes this is the same events as in the Magical Hijinx #517 dabble.
Generally speaking, Jason hates magic shit. With a passion. But this time. This time he can admit to being amused. Not so much at being turned into an Irish Wolf Hound pup (which he won't admit is reasonably bad assed) but watching Bruce try to deal with the six of them running around, knocking stuff over and generally being hairy little brats.
Okay, so Drake isn't being a brat. He's busy with the computer OF COURSE, though how he managed to get it work with paws is something Jason will have to bug him about later. And the sight of the Spore as a Miniature Doberman Pincer is absolutely priceless. He has no doubt Damian is beyond pissed, which just makes it all the better.
Large, hairy paws make no sound on the rock as Puppy!Jason does a circuit of the Cave. Part of him is taking stock of how it's changed and what he might want to get his hands on latter, but most of him is thinking about what he can get into that would annoy the fuck out of Bruce. Hmmmm, the armoury if locked up tight. Damnit. Maybe he could get Puppy!Drake to help him with that. Oh shiny thing!
The little puppy puts on an awkward burst of speed as he race towards a bit o f sheet metal leaning against a work bench. The surface is highly polished and reflective. Which means he can see another scruffy puppy right there, in HIS territory! Puppy!Jason starts barking and putting on a ferocious (well in his wee mind it is) display of dominance! But the other puppy is mirroring him which is fucking annoying! So he charges and....bonks his nose on the metal.
Shaking his head, the puppy looks around. Had anyone seen that? No? Oh good.
And...oh. Uh. Well it kind of makes sense that after all that activity he'd need to take a piss, but where should he do his business? The puppy mind is pointing out that there are LOTS of cars to choose from, but Jason doesn't like that idea. You don't disrespect such sweet rides. So he waddles along looking around. There!
If a puppy could smirk, the little wolf hound would be doing jussssst that.
Muse: Jason Todd (Comics)
Fandom: Batman (Comics)
Prompt: Puppies
Word Count: 380
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm poor. Don't sue me.
Mun Note: Cross posted from Musing_Way over on Dreamwidth. Yes this is the same events as in the Magical Hijinx #517 dabble.
Generally speaking, Jason hates magic shit. With a passion. But this time. This time he can admit to being amused. Not so much at being turned into an Irish Wolf Hound pup (which he won't admit is reasonably bad assed) but watching Bruce try to deal with the six of them running around, knocking stuff over and generally being hairy little brats.
Okay, so Drake isn't being a brat. He's busy with the computer OF COURSE, though how he managed to get it work with paws is something Jason will have to bug him about later. And the sight of the Spore as a Miniature Doberman Pincer is absolutely priceless. He has no doubt Damian is beyond pissed, which just makes it all the better.
Large, hairy paws make no sound on the rock as Puppy!Jason does a circuit of the Cave. Part of him is taking stock of how it's changed and what he might want to get his hands on latter, but most of him is thinking about what he can get into that would annoy the fuck out of Bruce. Hmmmm, the armoury if locked up tight. Damnit. Maybe he could get Puppy!Drake to help him with that. Oh shiny thing!
The little puppy puts on an awkward burst of speed as he race towards a bit o f sheet metal leaning against a work bench. The surface is highly polished and reflective. Which means he can see another scruffy puppy right there, in HIS territory! Puppy!Jason starts barking and putting on a ferocious (well in his wee mind it is) display of dominance! But the other puppy is mirroring him which is fucking annoying! So he charges and....bonks his nose on the metal.
Shaking his head, the puppy looks around. Had anyone seen that? No? Oh good.
And...oh. Uh. Well it kind of makes sense that after all that activity he'd need to take a piss, but where should he do his business? The puppy mind is pointing out that there are LOTS of cars to choose from, but Jason doesn't like that idea. You don't disrespect such sweet rides. So he waddles along looking around. There!
If a puppy could smirk, the little wolf hound would be doing jussssst that.