I originally intended for this to be a one-shot, but more ideas came to me. Like always thanks goes to my BETA Hepburn, and without further ado...

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In the kitchen of her home Olive Wayne, now out of disguise and back to being Diana of Themyscira... eh Wayne, is cooking some eggs for herself. While most of her meals are cooked by the greatest chef in the world, at least thats what she thinks of Alfred, the princess is too self sufficient to leave all of her cooking to him. As she does this, a pair of large male hands reach around her and gently grabs her chest. She smiles and leans back to kiss her husband. When their lips part she says, "Admit it, you just asked me to marry you because of my breasts."

Bruce raises an eyebrow at that, "They were one, or I should say two the of many many reasons," he concedes, then he kisses her to silence her laughter. Next he gently grinds his hips into her, "You have to admit that this is the reason you said yes."

The "this" that her husband is referring to is a quickly growing part of his anatomy which is being pressed into her, as her hips begin to sway in time with his. "Hmm, one of the scant few reasons yes," she answers. The two of them let out a good laugh at that, then kiss again.

"Oh God! My eyes! My eyes...! I am emotionally scared and now will be in therapy for years!" Tim Drake, well now Time Wayne, says as he walks into the kitchen, before placing an arm firmly in the way of his vision.

"What?" Diana says, looking over her shoulder at him, "You don't want anymore siblings?"

"My mind! My mind...!" he answers.

Bruce grunts a laugh as he disengages from his wife, "I'm guessing that you wanted something Tim?" he asks.

"Um, yeah. Look I know my allowance is more than adequate, and I am very happy with it, but, I kinda have a date tonight..." he explains.

"With the Spoiler?" Bruce asks.

"How did you know she's...?" Tim stops when he remembers who he's talking to, "Yes with STEPHANIE, and I wanted to know..." Before he can finish his sentence Bruce tosses him a black credit card. "You are AWESOME!" Tim yells as he runs out of the room. Bruce laughs and gets himself a cup of coffee.

"Bruce," Diana says, tossing her eggs on a plate, "given Tim's age, and the fact that he's started dating...I think you should have the talk with him."

"The talk ?" Bruce asks confused.

"You know," Diana answers. Bruce just shrugs, "The sex talk."

"What?" he asks, looking at her strangely.

"I think its time you sat down with Tim and talked to him about sex. I've been reading a lot of parenting books, and they say that is something really important that happens between a father and a son," she explains.

"Well obviously those books were not written by either fathers or sons," Bruce answers. Diana crossers her arms and gives him a look. "Princess, he is a fourteen year old boy with full access to the Internet. He fights scantily clad female supervillians on a regular basis. I would wager everything I own that he knows more about sex then you did when you left your island!" In response his wife begins to slowly tap her foot. The great Batman sighs, sets his mug down on the kitchen counter, and says, "I'll be back," as he walks in the direction of his adopted son. Diana smiles at the small victory that she just knows comes more often to other married women.

Bruce finds Tim getting ready in his room. "Hey Bruce, don't worry I know not to do anything crazy with the super credit card."

"Diana...wants me to have the sex talk with you," Bruce says, in an even monotone.

Tim's eyes widen, "Please tell me we don't have to."

"Is there anything you want to ask me about it?" he asks.

"Not at this moment," his son answers.

His father nods. "Do you have a condom?" he asks.

"Dear God Dad! We do not plan on doing anything like that tonight okay?!" Tim answers.

"Just because I don't plan on fighting a brainwashed Kryptonian every time I go to Metropolis, doesn't mean I don't bring a piece of Kryptonite with me when I do," Batman says.

Tim stares at him in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds before responding, "In what world does that have anything to do with this?"

"Often, especially at your age, the situation can lead to sex even if neither party originally plan that. Because of that, it isn't a bad idea to have one on you. Just for a little insurance that a mistake doesn't turn into a catastrophe," he calmly explains.

The young man slowly nods his head, "That actually...makes sense. Look I don't have one on me, so this time I'll be extra...alert, but I promise I'll carry one on me in the future."

Bruce nods. "Alright. And if you have any questions..." he says as he walks out.

"I know. Thanks dad," Tim calls after him

On his way back to the kitchen Bruce passes Alfred. "If it is alright Master Bruce, I shall be out for the evening as I have dinner reservations."

Bruce smiles at him, "Have fun."

When he walks back into the kitchen Diana greats him with a fresh mug of coffee. "How did it go?" she asks him.

Bruce takes a sip of his coffee, shrugs, and answers, "Fine. I was able to pass on a little advice, and I think he took it."

"Great," Diana says before taking hold of his shirt and pulling him close, "now where were we?"

Bruce takes a long gulp of his coffee before setting it down on the counter behind her, "I have patrol in an hour," he answers.

His wife hooks a leg around him and smiles, "Plenty of time..."

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TBC! Tell me what you guys think!