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I open the car door of the front seat, taking a step out before squinting irritably at the light of the sun bearing down on me. Scowling, I pull the sunglasses down from my head and nestle them across my nose, blinking the residual light from my eyes before opening the door to the backseat and looking at the large figure lying down across the seats.
"Titus, come." I whistle for the dog and watch as the Great Dane bolts out of the car, a small smile ghosting over my features at the sight. "I appreciate the transport, Pennyworth," as I adjust my clothes one final time, I turn to Alfred in the driver's seat, waving him off. "You may take your leave, I shall contact you when we are ready to take ours."
With that, I turn and walk through the large gates of the park, Titus following along next to me as I observe for a suitable spot. After a while wandering around the park, I find an objectively nice area around a small tree, the shade protecting my skin from burning while I throw a tennis ball, "Titus, fetch!"
"Good boy, Titus. Though I may never understand why you find this dreary activity so entertaining." I pat his head, taking the ball from his mouth before throwing it once again, *At least it's more tolerable than Grayson's idea of fun...* My hand moves through my slicked hair as I notice Titus standing just out of my reach.
I hold out a hand, raising an eyebrow when Titus doesn't drop or give me the tennis ball. "Titus..." I warn, my voice coming out in a cautious growl as I take a step forward. My eyes widen when the large dog jumps back, wagging his tail excitably, "Titus, not now." I take another step forward before groaning and running after the Great Dane as he bolts off.
As we barrel through the park, I start to panic as Titus runs between other people, my own body weaving through them as well in an attempt to catch him. "Titus..!" My shout comes out too late as I watch in horror as he collides with you, your hands held up in surrender as you fall down. I slow my pace, a scowl on my face as I look down at the two of you, "Very impressive, not many people can withstand a charge from Titus."
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