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Also, I absolutely imagine Damian’s absolute smugness upon being able to prove to his family that: see! I wasn’t making it up, and Beast Boy wasn’t pranking me. There really is a green dog.
Alfred sprits the windows with cleaning solution as he pretended not to notice the boy sneaking around the manor grounds.
The boy had black hair and blue eyes, characteristics of what the young masters would call, "adoption bait." The boy bent down near a rustling bush and whispered just loud enough for Alfred to overhear, "Cujo! You can't keep sneaking in here. You're going to get caught." The boy then pulled an excited glowing green puppy from the bush. Ah. So that must be the creature Master Damian had been attempting to capture for the past few weeks. The poor boy had been near obsessed with proving the beasts existence to his brothers.
Regardless, he should probably have a word with the young man. "May I inquire the reason for your visit?"
The boy jumped and spun around, the puppy half held, half dangling from his armed perked up in alert, as if sensing Alfred as a threat. It might have been alarming if the puppy wasn't so small and cute.
"Uh, just dropping by?" He said, the words coming out as a question. To this, Alfred raised an eyebrow.
The young man's shoulders sagged, as if accepting whatever fate would inevitably come, "How much trouble am I in?"