Thunder Finds Its Ground - A Batman Fanfic
11 parts Ongoing When Alfred books a "simple house call" for a certain overprotective hound, Bruce Wayne opens the door to a veterinarian who tells the dog to use his nose-not his eyes-and somehow the room listens. She's brilliant, too calm by halves, a little chaotic at the edges, and the only person who ever asks him to take off the mask that isn't made of Kevlar. Gotham notices; so does the dog. What begins with a leash lesson becomes a private language of consent, control, and ground-piano in the dark, roses in the conservatory, thunder learning where to land. He thought he was hiring help for his animal. He didn't expect to find a pack-or the one person who might make the Bat breathe.