Damian and Titus- A Service Dog Fanfiction

First Day of Classes

"Damian, wake up." Jon said. "It's snowing really hard!"

Damian pressed a button on his watch to light the face up. He looked at his watch. "Jon. It's 5:30. Classes don't start for two hours. Go back to bed."

Jon looked away from the window. "Early bird gets the worm, isn't that right, ROBIN?"

Damian rolled his eyes. "Clever. Did you come up with that yourself?"

Jon frowned. "I guess we don't get any snow days."

"Nope." Damian said, head buried under his pillow. Jon opened the bathroom door and stepped in. He turned the handle on the faucet and started to fill the tub with hot water. He closed the door as he left the bathroom to get his uniform. He unzipped his suitcase and pulled out the gallon-sized plastic bag that had his shampoo and toiletries. Jon tucked it under his arm and returned to the bathroom. When the tub was full, Jon turned off the water and stripped down. The water was hot but it felt good.

When Damian woke up, Jon was standing in front of the mirror in their bathroom.

"Move." Damian grumbled.

"You're up." Jon noted, seeing that it was only 6:45.

"I have to pee." Damian said.

"Oh- right." Jon got out of the way. He went to open his closet and stared at the full-sized mirror on the door. His uniform fit perfectly. He wore a light jacket, a button-up shirt and pants. Brown shoes were part of the uniform and Jon had just bought them for school. He would have to break them in.

Damian came out of the bathroom and grabbed a drawstring bag out of his messenger bag. "I'm going to take a shower." He said, yawning. Jon covered his mouth as the contagious yawn spread. He looked at his watch.

"Breakfast is in 12 minutes."

"I know." Damian said. "I take 3 minute showers."

When he came out, Jon was playing with Titus' ears. Damian was drying his hair with his towel. He vested Titus up.

"Let's go." 

The boys walked down the hallway and down the stairs. They rounded the corner and made their way to the cafeteria. They took seats at a long table. "Titus, under."

Everyone seemed interested in Titus.

"So he's a service dog?" One young boy asked. He was missing one of his front teeth. Damian frowned. Obviously.

"Yep." Jon answered.

"What does it do?" The boy asked.

"Helps him." Jon shrugged.

"Cool." 

They had breakfast and ran back up to their room to grab their bags. Jon had a green backpack and Damian had a plain, gray messenger bag. He hefted it up onto his shoulder. 

"Ready?" Jon asked.

"Ready." Damian said, gripping onto Titus' collar. They walked out of their room and down the stairs.

The wind was fierce. Damian squinted against the falling snow and walked with Jon out of the dormitory building and down a path. When the path diverged, they said their 'goodbyes' and Jon walked up the stairs to the elementary school building. Damian watched him go until Titus nudged him.

"Let's go, boy." Damian said, walking away with Titus and up the stairs to the high school building.

Damian looked at his schedule. Even though he had turned 14 not long ago, he placed into the higher grades of high school. He was a sophomore at Bayview now.

The bell rang as Damian walked into his class. Everyone looked at him and Titus. He took an empty seat by the door and ordered Titus to lie down beside him. The teacher walked into the room and set down a clipboard and a tote bag full of books.

She walked in front of the clipboards.

"Good morning." She said. The class muttered greetings back. She looked at Damian.

"We have a new student. Well, I guess two. Would you like to introduce yourself?"

No.

Damian stood up and looked across the faces of the class. "I am Damian Wayne of Gotham. This is Titus. He's a service dog. You can't pet him or distract him. He accepts any and all compliments."

He sat down and listened to the teacher lecture about the human digestive system. Everyone in the class were taking notes. Damian's pen ran out of ink. He went to grab another ink cartridge for his fountain pen when the boy next to him leaned over.

"So, like, is your dad Bruce Wayne?"

Damian looked into his eyes, flatly. "Yes."

"My family is super rich too. That's how my brothers and I can attend school here."

"Congratulations." Damian said, sitting up and grabbing his pen, untwisting the barrel and pulling out the empty liquid ink cartridge, popping a new one in. He screwed the top back on and scribbled circles in the top corner of the page to get the ink running. He caught up with his notes.

Classes passed. Damian had to repeatedly introduce himself and Titus. He was getting tired of it.

Lunch was held in the dormitory building on the lower level. As Damian walked down the shoveled paths, he pressed the side of his ear to activate his communication link with Jon.

"I'll wait for you outside of the primary school building. Be quick. It's fucking freezing."

Jon did not respond despite having heard Damian. He was talking with others and it would look weird for him to talk to himself.

Damian located Jon at the top of the stairs. He waved to his new friends and walked down the steps to meet Damian and Titus.

"Let's go." Damian said. "I didn't put boots or a jacket on Titus."

They made their way to the dormitory building and took seats at a smaller table and had lunch. Damian had the rest of his classes, not much excitement. When the school day was over, Damian and Jon went into their dorm and changed into comfortable clothes.

Jon looked over at Damian, whose back was turned.

Scars. Lots of them- some thin from being sutured, others wide and definitely could have benefited from a stitch or five.

"Your back- what do you do when you have to change into your gym uniform?"

Damian pulled down the hem of his shirt and turned around. "I have study hall instead."

"Oh." Jon said.

They took naps- ate dinner, and started homework. First day of classes- done.