Bruce stifled a yawn as he exited the elevator. He got about an hour of sleep after a rough patrol before he had to get up for a meeting in his company that required his personal presence and wasn't possible to reschedule. To make the matters worse he was running late, so he didn't have the time to get more for breakfast than hastily put together sandwich and half a cup of coffee. The three hours he spend in that dreadfully boring meeting didn't help.
He barely noticed the workers on the floor suddenly stopping gossiping and hastily getting back to work as he trudged to his office. His first priority was to get coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. And something to eat. Then came everything else. His secretary apparently read his mind, because on his desk waited a large cup of coffee, some sandwiches and a newspaper.
He eased into his chair with a sigh and drank some of the warm heavenly black liquid. When he felt slightly more wake, he took the paper and unfolded it, simultaneously taking another sip. And promptly sprayed his coffee everywhere.
On the front page was a photo of Red Hood and Nightwing. Red Hood was down on his knee, hand extended towards softly smiling Nightwing. The big, bold letters proclaimed: "Red Hood proposed to Nightwing!" and a little lower: "Nightwing said 'yes'!" with another photo under it. This time both his boys were on their knees, kissing.
Bruce made a strangled noise.
While he was aware of the mutual attraction of his two oldest sons to each other, he didn't think they were at this stage in their relationship already. In fact he was convinced they didn't have any relationship with the way Dick was avoiding Jason for weeks. Apparently the younger found a way to fix that situation. But a proposal? No one mentioned anything to him about that. True, he wasn't their true father, but he was fairly sure his boys would tell him, if they planned to propose to someone, and if not, then at least announced they did get engaged, right? Right?