"No."
"Aww, come on Bruce pleaseeeee?"
"N.O."
"But Bruceeeee!"
"But NOTHING, Richard John Grayson Wayne, I will NOT allow you to go to Kent's party."
"Bruce, EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE THERE!"
"Not us."
"Ugh fine, you leave me NO CHOICE. I will call for backup." Dick sashayed to the door with his nose held high.
"You. Wouldn't. Dare."
"Watch me old man! REBECCAAAAAAAAA!"
Finally Dick calls for me! I've been listening to Dick and Dad's conversation and if there's a party, WE'RE GOING. Even if it means I have to butter Dad up for it.
I flew into Dad's office.
"Yeeeees?" I asked Dick sweetly.
"The Kents are hosting a party at their farm in Smallville, but Bruce says we can't go!"
"Aww, come on Daddy! Let us go! It'll be funnnn! Plus, there's going to be adults there!"
"The justice league have absolute NO responsibility when it comes to looking after children. The last time Barry babysat you lot, he ended up annoying the criminals in Arkham WITH YOU."
"But dad, that was ONE TIME! Pleaseee let us go? We'll be good, I promise!" I made my BEST puppy eyes at Dad.
"FINE. But if you get in trouble, you'll have to deal with Alfred."
"YAY!"
Bruce's POV
I knew I was a goner as soon as Rebecca walked into this room.