“Ace, no, you're meant to bring it back! We've been over this!”
The blonde groaned, throwing her head back, slumping her shoulders, as if the German Shepherd was actually paying any attention to her at all, and not chewing the tennis ball down the other end of the hall.
Trudging her way down the hall, groaning dramatically, she knew it was part of the game. She'd get half way, and it would start.
“How come you play fetch properly with the boys? Huh? Why you gotta be a sh*t for me? I’m the one that gives you treats?”
The words, of course, meant nothing. Ace didn't care. He could get away with this sort of thing with one of his humans. So he was going to. When she was five feet from him, the chewing on the ball stopped, and he held it firm in his jaws, readying himself for what was to come.
“Hand it over, Muttley…”
Steph growled, and lunged for the ball. Ace darted to her left, tail wagging, letting out a muffled bark, trotting his paws. It was go time.
Twisting, and thrusting her arm out to try to snag at his collar, finding it just out of reach, she turned on her heel, and the chase was on. Back down the hall, skidding across the long hall runner carpets, clipping a vase, Stephanie briefly stalling her chase to dive, catch, and save the vase, worth probably more than her life, carefully restoring it to its place.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
"Ace! Are you trying to get me killed!?”
She cried after the hound, who had glanced back to see what the hold up was. His tail stopped wagging briefly, he understood every word of what Stephanie said, after all, she was one of his humans. He didn't want her dead, especially not to Alfred wrath. But once the chase was back on, his tail started up again, and he darted into the master bedroom, up onto the bed, making a mess of the sheets.
“Get down! You know you aren't meant to be up there!”
Stephanie dove onto the bed after him, but he was gone again, watching her from out of reach, head tilted slightly, as if to say ‘what do you mean I'm not allowed up there. I sleep there all the time when Bruce is gone. You let me do it’. As if she could read the look, she scrambled from the bed, and this time, caught him.
“I’ll convince him it's a good idea later, alright?”
As she began to wrestle with Ace for the dog slobbery ball. Once Steph had her hand on it through, he let it go, danced away, and barked, tail still wagging. Laughing, Steph slowly got up from the floor.
“Yeah yeah, hold your horses. We don't exactly play fetch right, bud. Give me a minute.”
Before flicking the ball out the bedroom door, Ace after it like a shot, and Steph slowly trudging after him.
“I swear, if I'm expected to do cardio later, I'm gonna punch someone…”