"Damian, how'd you feel about a baby in the house?" Dick asks the young boy after gently pulling away those annoying ear buds glued to his ears, "Bruce and I've been thinking about it."
"You can't have a child, Grayson," Damian rolls his eyes at him., "Doesn't matter what you think."
"Well, we're trying our hardest," Dick risks loosing a hand and pats the kid's knee. Giving his best, consoling face.
And Damian's face….
Damian's face might be the most priceless thing he's ever seen.
The kid's lips are curled, mouth moving open and close, eyes flitting from horrified and furious. Unflappable Damian, speechless and so very adorable.
"Grayson, shut up!" Damian stands red-faced, takes a fighting stance, "I don't need to hear about your carnal-"
"Boys," Bruce glances at them on his way to the batsuit, squeaky clean and fresh from the showers.
He's wearing nothing but the plainest, darkest boxer briefs Dick gave him after Alfred had suspiciously "lost" his boxers. Some designed and ordered with a small discreet Nightwing logo, a small sign of ownership, hoping the older man would wear it during patrol.
Dick's about to groan at how unfair Bruce is when the older man turns away from them.
On his back and shoulders, angry red on alabaster skin are scratches deep enough to penetrate the suit armor, perfectly visible on broad shoulders. And a lone bite mark on a chiseled bicep.
Take that back.
The horror in Damian's face, coupled with an ill-hidden blush, is the best, most priceless thing he's ever seen.
Damian splutters, face now blazing red, and dashes for the cave entrance.
Dick can't stop the laugh he's been holding back since he knew, in his gut, how Damian would answer his question.
"What did you do now?" Bruce sighs after putting on his armored top.
"Messing with him."
"You mean traumatizing."
"Hey, he jumped to conclusion about those wannabe Catwoman's bite and scratches," Dick shrugs and picks up his domino mask. "Besides, Selina's not here to embarrass him, someone has to do it."
Bruce pauses, hands holding connecting pieces of his utility belt, "They bothered you." Another perceived failure. Not untrue, but still…
Dick moves closer and guides those strong hands, staying close after the secured clicks of the belt clasps. He raises his arms to the older man's shoulders, looks straight into those bothered blue eyes, "If anything I was jealous…And kinda horny. I mean, two of the most attractive people I know flirting."
Bruce shakes his head at that, dislodging Dick's arm while raising the suit's cowl, "The problem still stands."
"His fault for not listening before opening that smart mouth of his," Dick retorts as he jumps into the batmobile's passenger seat, "Needs to listen better."
"Pot and kettle."
"Run's in the family," Nightwing smiles and rests his arms behind his head, "So, nabbing the faker and picking our baby up from the adoption agency?"
"Yes." Bruce hops into the driver seat with a small grin
"Then lets catch ourselves a pussy."
The batmobile drowns out Bruce's groan and Dick's laugh as it roars, peeling out of the batcave for another night of patrol.
