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[Either between one planned round and the next, or a little after everyone he intended to meet with has come and gone, she appears. Or, not fully, immediately—she's just outside the door, doing what canines do ("wolves" wouldn't be appropriate here, since wouldn't most of them hide, or avoid the city altogether?) and snuffling around the ground, soon edge of wall, and then, satisfied with her exploration of scents, she does noisily nudge the door open further.

At first it's only her head and shoulders that stick in while she pants neutrally, eyes landing on him briefly before venturing to the ceiling, everything about her unhurried. Just a glance around makes what this place is for obvious, and she pushes her way in entirely, and if he thinks she's smiling lightly at him at this point, in spite of what she is, he wouldn't be wrong. But all the same, her tail lifts horizontally to wave at him.

Is he the one who owns this place? For now, she slowly sits to wait for a sign to move closer, having come across a few who are uneasy about her, whether because she's this beastly thing or her size (though average), she isn't certain, but it's made her try to take care in startling someone she doesn't know.]

[ Bruce is not a man easily surprised. Most of it is personality — he makes it a point not to be. The other is that after every nasty kind of it in Gotham, then being up close and personal with both a Kryptonian and an Amazon, he doesn't think there's much left that can genuinely inspire that reaction from him. ]

[ So when a wolf-sized and wolf-shaped creature opens the door and comes through it, he doesn't blink. He even lifts his hand in an abortive wave, indecision only in how to deal with this occurrence, not denial of it actually happening. ]

Hello. [ a... pause. ] Come in.

[So she does. Immediately after his invitation and straightforward as that, from sitting into trotting. Her Hello back is tail wagging with a little more enthusiasm obviously, eyes bright.

His lack of surprise is taken as he has at least some experience with dogs, and therefore, she doesn't hesitate to greet him all the way, easy-going, black nose trying to investigate even before she's standing entirely before him. But its coldness touches his wrist or knuckles soon enough, if he permits it.

Nothing more than getting acquainted. This is as natural for her as a generic, small conversation might be between two humans.]

[ There is a simplicity and loyalty in dogs that exists nowhere else. Bruce kneels down and offers his hand to her freely. She's confident, and would probably welcome being petted, but he doesn't act on that. His strongest thought is that he's dealing with a shapeshifter, like Atsushi, and behaviour to him isn't clear yet. He remarks, quietly, ]

I wonder. Under your chin, or around your ears?

[Scent lets her sate her curiosity through his palm and fingers, and because wolves and dogs haven't the same unspoken guidelines of humans, he receives fleeting lap of tongue here. Since he's kneeling now, from hand, she's aiming for his face, with inquisitive nose and swaying tail, and she's nearly the natural pest of all canines, just about to wolfishly smooch his nose, but he says what he says, and he receives an expressive groan instead.

Oh, but they're both optimal choices, aren't they? And the belly… And, well, forgive her, but the top of the rump, before the tail. That's the most difficult spot to get a good scratching! In any case, he's made the implication of a potential petting, so she shamelessly drops her weight against him, as if she's much smaller than she actually is, one paw raised in the silent "please" fashion of animals like her. He'll find her continuously shifting the bulk of herself against him, persistent, and sweet-natured as this is, it's a tiny murmuring of her wildness because she's a poor grasper of limitations.

Will they topple over? It's very plausible.]

[ He huffs, and it can even be called amused. There's no sense of resistance, even the subtle tension that always holds him alert looks absent. Bruce doesn't sink into an enveloping sense of safety — he appreciates it. And more so that this is the only (person?) one around to witness anything. ]

[ They don't topple over. But he does sit, stretching out his legs, and that potential petting is very soon going to be a real one. ]

All right, all right.

[She gives him enough room only to find a comfortable position, and then, there she goes, unceremoniously plopping into his lap. The end result is her half-laying at an angle, half-sitting, like an overgrown child. Front legs hooked downward, the hind ones expectedly held up like long rabbit's feet, her tail wagging furiously over the tops of his shins.

Wordlessly vocal, she grumbles chattily at him, flopping her head onto his shoulder, and paws once or twice at him persistently. He must've looked serious and capable and bad ass hours earlier, and now, he's got a marshmallow of a-not-quite-dog wallowing and vocalizing blissfully all over his lap, badgering him for attention. Hopefully, he can find the equivalent of a lint roller later, whoops.

There's a cheeky, sidelong glance at him. Does this mean she wins first round if she's already convinced him to give her a good ruffling?]

[ A comfortable position still is one where she has the advantage, it seems. It's a good thing Diana isn't here to see this, or Bruce would no doubt never be allowed to live this down. ]

[ She does get the ruffling she wants. Bruce's touch is sure, playful even, as his fingers card through her fur from the back of the ear down to the tail. ]

You like that. [ The smile is playing about his eyes. ] Careful, or I'll be at this a while.

[That wouldn't be the worst thing, would it? There's temptation to not heed his light-hearted cautioning, and for a little, she doesn't—basking across him with her rumbling, large canine's groans.

Not until, turned to an attention-loving jam, she's nearly tipping to expose belly does she catch herself and mind him better. It's just too early in to yield completely! She goes upright, still partially laying on him, and gives him a growl that loses all its weight by grading into a long whine.

Teeth are trying to catch fingers, next. Not enough to break skin, only to egg him on. Perhaps toe of shoe as well.]

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