When will DC show Bruce as the grumpy, but good dad we know he is?
"Oh! Mr. Grayson, good morning, sir! We weren't expecting you in today. Is there something I can get you? Coffee? Tea? I can have breakfast brought up for you." Bruce's flustered secretary chirped nervously as Dick casually exited the elevator. It took all of his training not to roll his eyes all the way up to the Watchtower. This is one of the reasons he didn't come to Wayne Enterprises all that often; being simultaneously fawned over/feared as The Boss's Son had gotten old really quickly. But Damian needed some important school forms signed and Bruce would be leaving for a meeting in Star City in a couple of hours.
"No it's fine Gloria, I won't be here long, I just need to borrow Bruce for a second. Is he in?" Still looking somewhat like a deer in the headlights, Gloria shook her head.
"No sir, Mr. Wayne is discussing the upcoming business trip with Mr. Fox. But I'm sure he'll be back very soon. Would you like to wait for him in his office?" She titters nervously. Dick shrugged, not much else he could do.
"Sure, that'll be fine. No, don't get up, I have it. Tell Bruce I'm waiting for him and I'm in a bit of a hurry." He said, holding up his hand when Gloria rose to get the door for him. Honestly, just because he was adopted by a billionaire didn't make him royalty. He opened and closed the door quickly, leaning heavily against it and letting out a long sigh. Damian had better appreciate all the work Dick was doing to ensure he could go on his class trip to the Zoo.
Dick took in the room and realized two things. One, it had been a while since Dick had been in Bruce's office. Two, was that there were more pictures decorating the walls and tables than should be allowed in one space. There were certainly more pictures up than there had been last time he was here. A lot more.
Dick blinked owlishly as he looked around the office, at the walls covered in various pictures of his friends and adopted family. Even Bruce's desk was packed to the brim with various pictures in frames or stuck to the monitor of his computer. How could he even get any work done with the amount of room those frames took up? He looked at one sweet picture of Bruce and Cass dancing at one of the WE charity events. There's another of Tim shaking hands with some foreign dignitary after closing some big deal with Bruce beaming proudly behind him. Dick smirked as he paused on an old, old picture of him and Bruce on a fishing trip. Man, he couldn't have been more than ten at the time. Things had been so easy back then.
He thinks back to when he was younger, when Bruce would drag Dick down to office just because he had no place else to put the precocious child. He remembers how big and empty this place had seemed, with only a fichus plant in the corner to liven the room up. Now it seemed to be bursting with love of not just his weird adopted family, but there were a picture of the Daily Planet reporters and one of Leslie Thompkins at her clinic. Even an old, well-loved picture of Bruce's parents graced the desk as if to prove how far Bruce had come.
"Dick, what are you doing here?" Dick jumped as Bruce's voice somehow appeared right next to his ear. His adopted father gave him a look that was half amused and half annoyed. "Your training is slipping. I hope there's no emergency. I already had to push off this meeting one time due to Damian's ear infection and we can't afford to do it again." Dick laughed suddenly, wondering just when that cold and bitter man he had met at a circus had become such a good person and father. "What's so funny?" Bruce asks suspiciously.
"Nothing, nothing, here just sign this and Damian will able to go to the zoo. I'll tell him to take pictures so you can add it to your collection."
Another dumb shot for the collection, the prompt being 'Bruce has a large collection of pictures of his kids'. I find the idea of Bruce just constantly adding new pictures and not taking any down until the point of ridiculousness adorably hilarious.
