It was, in Dick Grayson's mind, a good day to be alive. A water pipe at Gotham Academy had burst causing classes to be cut short for the day. It was a Friday which meant the added bonus of a long weekend. Alfred had picked him up and dropped him off at the manor before heading back out to take care of errands he expected to take him most of the day.
Dick had changed out of his school uniform and into workout clothes before heading to the Batcave. Alfred had informed him that both Bruce and Selina were in the Cave already. Dick had high hopes of being able to spar with Selina. Sparring with her, while hard and exhausting, was always more fun than with Bruce. She had a dancer's style to her fighting that suited his aerialist's soul nicely. She also didn't mind verbal jousting matches.
He heard noises from the weight room and headed there. The sight that greeted him was not at all what he expected.
Bruce was flat on his back on the weight bench wearing nothing but his shorts which were pulled down over his hips. Selina rose fluidly above him, her body arched, dark hair cascading down her back, hands braced on his chest. Bruce's large hands gripped Selina's waist and slid up along her rib cage.
Dick gaped at them, horrified. Selina's mouth opened and Bruce's name tumbled out in a throaty purr. The sound snapped Dick into motion.
"EWWWWW! GROSS!" He flung his arms out and waved them as if to dispel the image in front of him. "What is wrong with you? On the weight bench? I have to exercise on that! I am so not whelmed right now." He turned and ran out of the weight room, straight up the stairs, and through the old clock without stopping.
Selina and Bruce froze for a moment staring at each other and then Selina began to shake.
"Don't." The word was practically a growl in Bruce's throat. The shaking only increased. "Don't."
Selina collapsed on Bruce's chest laughing. After a few seconds his arms tightened around her. She could feel a low rumbling in his chest as he laughed lowly along with her.
