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A/N: Conversation fic. Written in five minutes while watching The Nanny (reads like it, too). Crappy title, I know...


"Bruce, we have to talk."

"Yes, Dick?"

"I think we should move."

"If that's the way you feel... wait, what?"

"If that's the way I feel? What are you taking about?"

"You're not breaking up with me?"

"Of course not, Bruce! I love you!"

"..."

"..."

"...Did that vase just explode?"

"Yes! Because the manor is haunted by the ghost of your dead parents and I don't think they like me very much."

"..."

"Stop laughing! It's true!"

"..."

"Bruce, I swear if you don't stop laughing, we're not having sex for a month."

"... Okay, no more laughing, but seriously, Dick, haunted?"

"Did you not just see that exploding vase!? "

"That doesn't mean the manor is haunted."

"Uh, yeah, it kinda does!"

"Okay, fine, let's say the manor is haunted, but why my parents? Why now?"

"Because we just started dating and they don't like me!"

"Dick, this is ridiculous. Why would my parents dislike you?"

"Because their only son is dating a man!"

"My parents were very open minded. I doubt they'd be upset over that."

"Well, maybe your mom upset that she isn't getting a grandchild, I don't know!"

"There's always adoption."

"You would want to adopt a child with me?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I love you, Dick..."

"..."

"..."

"I'll go tell Alfred to sell the rest of the vases."

"That was actually the last one."

"...Maybe we should move."