[When Damian arrives, it's via the actual street, rather than rooftop. Largely because of the large black Great Dane walking at his hip. Damian is dressed in street clothes, the batarangs he'd had with him on arrival hidden away. He's square-shouldered and blandly expressionless. The calculated LACK of expression would have given him away as nervous to someone who knew him. But Bruce doesn't yet.
Titus, however, knows that scent and gives a little rumbling bark of welcome, immediately straining toward Bruce. Damian watches the dog lick at Bruce's hand without bothering to reprimand him for pulling, his eyes on his father. Who looks both too young and wears the mark that Damian STILL hates that Timothy told him he'd have. His voice is even when he greets.]
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Titus, however, knows that scent and gives a little rumbling bark of welcome, immediately straining toward Bruce. Damian watches the dog lick at Bruce's hand without bothering to reprimand him for pulling, his eyes on his father. Who looks both too young and wears the mark that Damian STILL hates that Timothy told him he'd have. His voice is even when he greets.]
Hello, Father. This is Titus.