A Never Before Seen (or at least I've read) Oneshot!

I randomly added the song since I find it A) inspirational and B) I was listening to it while writing

Song: "A Car, A Torch, A Death" By twenty one pilots

Let's go~

Y/N~ Your Name

F/C~ Fur Color (probably spoiled it now)

E/C~ Eye Color

D/B~ Dog Breed

F/C~ Favorite Color (You'll figure it out by context)

LEGGO~

(A slight mix of 3rd and 2nd person, hope you don't mind)
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"GET OUT YOU MANGY MUTT!!" A plump lady yelled waving a broom from the doorway of the bakery you stayed near.

From the sidewalk, fled a F/C pup with bright/warm E/C eyes. The dog looked to just be 2 years old, still young and inexperienced. In the dogs mouth was a long, thick (Shut up Perverts >.>) Sausage she/he (YAY DOUBLE GENDER ROLES!) found in the back room somehow. Despite being small, and not even to someones knees, she was speedy. Honks and curses erupted the busy street. The Dog ran and dodged through the busy Gotham traffic without a care in the world. On speedy paws, she/he ran through the crowded sidewalk, occasionally knocking a unsuspecting pedestrian.

"Look Out!"

"Damn Mutt!"

"Argh! My leg!"

Tim Drake, 3rd adopted son of Bruce Wayne, looked out the tinted window of the limousine with a confused expression. "Alfred what's happening?" The boy, at the age of 14, asked. "It seems a dog has ran into the street sir, would you like to take a detour sir?" The Elderly  Butler answered formally.  "No, this way is fine" Tim said, his gaze lingering on your speeding, blur of F/C fur.

You ran and ran until your little paws couldn't take it, ending up in the more deserted area of Gotham. You hobbled into an alleyway. Your already empty stomach growled. With a rapidly wagging tail, you bit into the sausage.

The pups ears twitches at a all to familiar sound. Growling. She/He stopped eating and was faced with 3 Large Dobermans. They obviously were as hungry as the smaller dog. A crazed look pooled in their beady eyes. Their ribs poked through the skin, emphasizing their hunger.

The F/C dog growled back, obviously just as ready to fight, even if she/he was outnumbered. The Dobermans took a step closer, unfazed, and with each step, the smaller dogs growls got louder. Finally once the Dogs were inches apart from each other, the pup leaped at the lead Dobermans face, digging her/his teeth into the sensitive face of its Snout. (Lets say if you were to nip at someone, it wouldn't or barely break skin, but if you were to latch on to someone it would definitely leave puncture marks).

The Dog yelped and tried to you off. Though you had a tough grip on his nose. But of course the Doberman was stronger, he shook you off roughly, and snatched the sausage, running into the night the other 2 following.

Pain shot through your spine. You clamped your jaw shut, but as much as you tried, you couldn't conceal a whimper. Limping to the back of the alley, you curled into a shaking ball of F/C fur. Tire took over your body. Almost like it was planned, Thunder clapped loudly and heavy rain began to pour.

~*~*~

"Master are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah"

The Ravenette gazed out the car window, watching the droplets of water roll down. "Just thinking about the dog from earlier today" He sighed.

~A Wee bit later~

"I'll catch up later" The Red Robin dismissed the Red Head Batgirl. He dropped into an alleyway to catch his breath. 'Man they put up a chase'. He heard the sound of footsteps. He put his fist up in a defensive stance. "Who's there!". The steps continued. The Hero clenched his fists tighter.

From the darkness of the alley, wobbled a F/C pup. Her/His tail wagged happily at the sight of Tim. A sigh of relief brushed past his lips. He crouched down to the pups level and took off one of his gloves. "Hey little.." Tim awkwardly paused "....thing". The Hero let her/him  sniff his hand and inhale his comforting scent. She/He wagged her/his tail rapidly and embraced his warm hand.

Tim smiled at your cute actions. But before you knew it, he had to go. "Sorry little bud" He apologized and seemed to disappear from your color blind vision.

A long whine escaped your throat. 'He left?'. You sadly whimpered.

'Just like everyone else'

~*~*~

The next morning you woke unusually early. A scent had lingered in the area. You padded towards a strange black thing. You seen humans wear these over their skin. Taking a deep sniff of the black thing, your heart suddenly lurched. 'It's Him!'. You took the strange thing in your mouth and began to follow the scent. Breaking off into a sprint, and once again, running into people and almost getting ran over.

You followed it until you reached a large manor with a limousine parked in front of it.

"Hold up Alfred! Let me check one more time!" Tim yelled, leaving his opened book bag in the backseat. "Your gonna make us late Drake" 13 year old Damian shouted, turning up his music and staring out the window.

The bag had Tims scent all over it! Dropping the Strange item near the door step, you leapt onto the seats and surprisingly found a small pocket large enough to fit you in the bag with scent.

"Maybe I left it a-" The Red Robin's sentence was cut short. "Never mind" he said, stuffing the glove into his pocket.

He quickly zipped up his book bag and hopped into the car. "I guess I dropped my glove last night and didn't notice."

"Quite alright Master Drake, Quite Alright" Alfred hummed, a secret smile on his features. He put his bag in the space next to him. "Did my book bag get heavier?"

"Or Drake got weaker."

The ride in the car was no new experience to you. You stayed silent and didn't move until the bag met hard ground.

Using your nose, you pried open the bag and shook your fur. You were in a strange room with tables, chairs...and Tim! You sat on a F/C (fur) pillow and were about to bark when a loud ringing filled your ears. Pairs and shuffling of feet entered your sight and hearing. 'Tim!'.

Soon the room was empty...or so you thought. You scurried out the room, your nails scratching the floor.

But of course you crashed into someone.

Papers floated in the air and a familiar face flushed red with anger. "YOU MANGY MUTT!!". 'Uh Oh'.

~*~*~

"Why are you so infatuated with a dog?"

"I don't know Damian!" Tim shouted frustrated. "I just found her/him yesterday and haven't been able to think straight since" He mumbled, quite tired from getting in late last night.

A sudden slam on the table woke him. Damn. "Look its a charity case" A deep (rancid) voice boomed. Few Heads turned towards Tim and Damian. "Yes Carter" Tim "greeted" the Ginger. It was a miracle Carter even managed to get in Gotham Academy. "Don't talk back to me you Wayne!" Carter spat, grabbing a fistful of The Smaller boys shirt. The lunchroom was silent, all eyes fixated on Tim and Carter. Damian was about to intervene when a faint scream was heard in the distance.

All eyes were fixated on a F/C blur. "MUTT!". 'Uh Oh'.

The F/C Dog wagged her/her tail, unaware at the scene in front of her. "You're not supposed to be here girl/boy" Tim Hissed, but of course the room was silent besides whispers and the beating of the dogs tail on the floor. "Huh. Is this your girlfriend" Carter sneered, lifting Tim, pushing Tim's back to the wall.

You didn't like this. You didn't like the smell of this Ginger. His breath burned your sensitive nose, and you definitely didn't like what he was doing to Tim. A small growl erupted in your throat. "Dumb Dog" The Ginger growled. In one swift motion his leg was flying towards your body.

Almost as if the dogs whole personality changed, her/his pupils dialated and the black lips curled into a snarl. The Dog latched itself onto Carter's leg, traveling up his arm and digging its canines into his skin. Before She/He could go further, she/he let go and snarled protectively in front Tim. Blood ran down the gingers arm at a surprising rate.

"GET THAT MUTT AWAY FROM MY BABY!"

'of course they're related'

~*~*~

"So your saying Carter provoked the dog, Mr.Drake" The principal inquired, folding one hand on the other. "Yes" Tim stiffly answered. The principal eyed you suspiciously from the chair you sat on (like a human), wagging your tail with your tongue lolled out. "Well theres one more question to ask". "Yes?". "You will have to take full ownership for the damage the dog created". 

"She's/He's Not my dog!' The Ravenette blurted, being the innocent, truthful soul he is. "Then the dog will be taken to an Animal Shelter". Tim's blue caught your sad gaze. "-I mean She/He Is!". The Principal sighed, "Very Well, You will comeback this weekend and clean the Cafeteria top too bottom". "What!?". "Is She/He not your dog". "No Sir..".

Tim stormed out the school, fuming at the dog. "You Damn Dog! Why'd you have to follow me!" He directed his anger towards the pup. "-and how will I explain this to Bruce" He slip down the brick wall and ran a hand through his Dark Locks. The Dog looked at the distressed boy and tilted her/his head confused. "This is totally going on my record". The F/C pup slumped next to Tim, copying his actions. "My Clean record". The Pup put her/his head on Tim's Lap, a long whine almost saying 'I'm Sorry I got you in trouble'. "Its Not your fault" Tim sighed, stroking her/his F/C fur.

"Oh and I found this at home" Tim said as he dug out a F/C collar. He fastened it around your neck and smiled. The thing felt weird at first to you, it's been a while since you've last worn one. His eyes wandered towards center of the collar. "Oh! You're gonna need a name...of course....Not like I'm keeping you!". Tim's blue eyes scanned you. "You look like a Y/N...I guess Y/N should be your name!" He announced while scratching your ears. You barked (or yipped) at the name.

'Extra Ending'

"Tim get your mutt out my spot" Damian glowered at the F/C dog. You wagged your tail and moved. "TT". As soon as Damian sat down, you put your paw over his hand. He made a disgusted face. You leaned your furry head on his chest/shoulder/stomach. "Drake your mutt is being weird". "What?" Tim looked up from his phone, only to see you laying down like a normal dog. "Good Girl/Boy Y/N".

"WHAT!?"

"What?" Tim shrugged, shifting his gaze towards you and scratching your ears. "She's/He's a normal dog, I don't see your problem".

Damian "TT"...-ed and scorched away from the F/C dog.

. . .

She/He once again put a paw on his lap.

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Hope you enjoyed! 1921 words is the most so far for this book (my highest is a little over 3000, weak I know).

I apologize for any errors or rushed parts 😅.

So...

Stay Whelmed my Peeps!

(2/06/17)

-NeptuneStar