𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄,

...why would I change —?

Hm. Okay, good answer. You've passed the test.

You may date my son.

A man can only dream, huh.

No, not hourly, nor daily. I could accommodate weekly, but we have to establish some ground rules.

No gas, no explosions. Guns are okay, but not machine guns or tanks.

Do you have any requests?

The scene changes to a shot outside of the building where a couple of little birds sit nicely in a windowsill, nesting. An ear shattering scream causes them to fly away.

“YOU'RE DATING 𝙒𝙃𝙊?”

Oh. Well, does she make you happy? Is she good? Clean criminal record?

I am not the Batman Who Jokes.

I made one dad joke, and that clearly didn't pan out, so no.

Is he really really just your best friend?

What.

Only a month?

Then what happens, we fight and I win again? Is that going to be our little monthly routine?

// Vlad got them a phone for communication purposes.

See, the nickname isn't really helping your case.

Also, we'd all die for Jason. That doesn't make you special.

I know you're a good kid but by god your mouth is big and loud.

All of them.

Stay away from my son.

I need to be stricter about who I let my boys hang out with. I feel like I've been too lax.

worthy of protection, Son.”

Once out of the alley, Bruce works harder to keep Dick hidden, opening the door to the car for him and waiting for him to get inside.

“You will be safe, okay? I swear.”

Funny, because when Bruce looks at him he still sees him in blue and black. His own person, a solidified hero.

He wraps the cape tighter around his son, hoping to be of some comfort in the way that his words can't.

“Of course I will. I'll keep everyone, including yourself, safe. You're also +

ㅤㅤ

The galas or Mr. Wang's parties?

I heard the next gala was to be set with an after-party hosted by Mr. Wang himself.

Bound to be a big event, for sure.

I made no one see anything traumatic. He was being annoying, so I gave him a distraction with dollar signs.

Yeah, get yourself somethin' nice and pretty with it, too.

State your terms, then.

Send me the bill, then.

I feel observed, and I feel judged.

Last mission was hard and I have seemed to have suffered. Something.

I'm going back to bed.

NO.

Maybe.

No.

He doesn't look half bad. Sometimes. OBJECTIVELY.

Sometimes he doesn't... I don't know. OBJECTIVELY.