Re: Fun: Damian & Open
It wasn't difficult to find Damian. Even if he hadn't been looking, his son had followed the same instincts as Bruce and headed for the perimeter of the event, away from the press of people, an electronic device in hand.
Bruce tried not to show his amusement as he moved to stand beside him, watching the big dog lumber after the tennis ball with wild abandon, then gallop back, a small horse with jowls, to deposit it at Damian's feet again. He picked it up, ignoring the viscous coating of drool that transferred to his hand, and hurled it into the distance.
"I don't suppose there's any point in mentioning the party we're hosting," he said, hiding a smirk.