Although Dick usually seemed far too energetic, always teasing cats and playing with dogs, it had to be said that when it mattered-around younger children, for instance-he was a truly dependable big brother, even taking on some of the responsibilities of a guide and mentor.
At Dick's suggestion, the little second-generation superheroes, who had no desire to sit in the dining room drinking tea with the adults, immediately responded with enthusiasm. The whole group crowded together and headed for the manor's backyard, with Titus wagging his tail as he followed.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the mahogany coffee table. Bruce held a bone china teacup, his fingertips brushing its rim, and spoke in a low voice tinged with amusement. "These little rascals have more energy than Arkham escapees."
Clark took a sip of hot tea, his gaze passing over the figures playing outside the window, a smile lingering on his lips. "At least they haven't caused any trouble, have they?"
Beside the outdoor pool in the backyard, Titus followed Damian with steady steps, his fluffy tail hanging behind him and only occasionally brushing the grass.
Titus was a very clever Bat-Hound, and he understood that the two new boys were guests. First, he approached Conner and sniffed him, memorizing his scent. Then he moved over to Little Jo's feet and rubbed his wet nose against the back of the boy's hand, making Little Jo giggle.
Wayne Manor's backyard was vast, with extensive landscaped gardens and a professional glass greenhouse, but Little Jo's eyes were glued to the enormous outdoor pool.
When the little boy suddenly stopped in his tracks, everyone glanced his way. Once they realized he was staring at the pool in a daze, they immediately understood why-
Clark had just told them that Little Jo had