Bruce was walking past his office when he heard a sound coming from his office. Groaning, it sounded like.
"What the hell?" Bruce thought when he heard a female from behind the door.
"Damn!" She moaned, seemingly panting.
"Harder!" A male voice added in, also seemingly panting.
"Faster, it's not working!" The voice, now recignised as Vanessa, could be heard saying.
"Just keep going, it has to work eventually."
Now to the common father, this would sound totally wrong, but, Bruce wasn't a common father, he was freakin' Batman for crying out loud. This whole thing sound absoultly, horribly wrong. Flinging the door open, Bruce ran in, ready to yell, but stopped.
Dick and Vanessa were both on the floor with wet wash clothes, a spilled cup of grape juice and a purple stain was between them.
"Um, I can explain." Dick started, but Bruce was a little too over joyed that his 14-year-old son wasn't doing what he thought he was doing.
"I don't really care, why are you guys in here anyhow?" Bruce asked. At that very moment, Wally ran into the room, eating some cake.
"Hey, oh, oh no, did Bruce see you guys making out, oops, I went to get a snac- I'll leave now." Wally said tearing from the room.
"Now, I'm gonna ask again, what were you two doing?" Bruce glared at the two.
"Regretting every hiring Wally as a wingman." Dick mumbled, last time they invite him over to prank Bruce.
