"Hey, B!" Dick bounced into his seat for breakfast.

"Good morning, Dick," Bruce sipped his coffee.

"Did you kiss Superman last night?" Dick asked. Bruce coughed up the hot liquid.

"Master Dick, that is inappropriate," Alfred put eggs benedict in front of him.

"What? I heard Alfred yelling at you again last night," Dick doused his plate in ketchup.

"Don't do that, and I don't yell," Alfred took away the bottle.

"If you heard us talking, then you know I didn't," Bruce drank from his mug again.

"Why not? You like him,"

"You've never had a crush before, have you?" Bruce smirked. Dick shook his head. "Well, it's hard to tell them you like them because what if they don't like you back?" Dick and Alfred gave him a sour look. Bruce looked at his phone and ignored them. Alfred walked into the kitchen and Dick ate his meal.

"Oh, look, Alfred," Bruce yelled. Alfred came back to them holding a new pitcher of apple juice for Dick. Bruce turned his phone to Alfred, "The Royal Air Force just opened a museum in London," Alfred looked at the screen. He smiled.

"Ah, I would love to see it one day," he went over to Dick and poured the juice into his glass.

"Can we all go?" Dick nearly stood up in his chair. Bruce looked at Alfred. The older man didn't let his face give away what he was thinking. That told Bruce that he would love to show Dick and teach him about his past.

"How about you two go to London today and I'll leave after I patrol tonight, and we'll all go see it tomorrow?" Bruce smiled. Dick looked at Alfred with a wide-open smile. Alfred took in a breath.

"I suppose I could miss a few days on my schedule. But I'm not sure if I feel comfortable letting you come to London and do a patrol by yourself, Master Bruce," Bruce eyed him, knowing he was going to put a requirement on his plans. "I know you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself perfectly well, but... Is there a possibility you could invite Master Kent to patrol with you and come to London?"

Bruce huffed and glared at him. Alfred looked at him as if it was a simple request. Dick smirked like he was the devil.

"Cute," he sighed, "if it would make you feel more comfortable I will invite him,". Bruce typed on his phone. Alfred left them to eat. Bruce sent the text inviting him to a patrol and to London and started sipping his coffee again.

"If you ever court Superman will you marry him," Dick asked.

"Can I predict the future?" Bruce didn't look at him when he answered.

"I'm asking if you would, if you got the chance," Dick sounded frustrated. Bruce opened his mouth but his phone rang. It was Clark. He put his finger up at Dick and answered.

"This is Bruce Wayne," he answered.

"You should still be in heat- and you're going on patrol and to London?!" He made the phone static with his yelling.

"It's a light one. It's fine. Besides, you'll be there and so will Alfred and Dick," he could hear Clark sigh, "So is that a yes?"

"I'll be over at 9," he reluctantly agreed.

"See you then," Bruce hung up and smiled at Dick.

"Clark will be-"

"SUPERMAN!" Dick shouted. Bruce watched the 11-year-old run away. He assumed that he was going to his room.

"Master Bruce," he returned from the kitchen, "I just checked the calendar for your actual heat. It is close enough that we should make sure to bring suppressants and supplies in case it comes sooner than expected. You should possibly take some before your patrol too," Alfred warned.

"If you think I should, I will," Bruce looked up pilots that would be able to take Alfred and Dick.

"Alfred! Where is my Superman shirt?!" Dick ran back into the dining room.

"You're not wearing your Superman shirt around Clark," Bruce put a stop to his shenanigans.

"But he got it for me!" Dick whined.

"He also got me one too, but-"

"WE ALL SHOULD WEAR ONE! Can you order Alfred and Clark a Superman shirt? We can wear them on the trip!" Dick had stars in his eyes.

"Oh, come on. If you don't, I will," Alfred smiled. Bruce rolled his eyes and flipped over to a grocery delivery app.

Bruce spent the day on his phone trying to make last-minute travel as easy as possible for Alfred and Dick. He didn't care about his own comfort but he wanted to make sure they were going to be okay while away from him. He got the shirts and stored Clark's away so he could surprise him with it. He had a car pick up Alfred and Dick around 8:30 pm and gave the older man the information for the hotel and car service they would have overseas.

He ate Chinese takeout even though he said he wouldn't to Alfred and scrolled through his phone. He wiped his forehead off. The beading sweat that had started a few hours before was now becoming an annoyance. He got up from his seat and walked over to the nearest thermostat. It was at a nice 70 degrees Fahrenheit. But he felt so hot. He went back to his seat, his jacket now off. He put it in the back of his chair and grabbed his phone. Clark had just texted.

"I'm on my way!" Bruce smiled.

"Let yourself in," he replied.

Bruce went back to eating and scrolling. But something was off. Breathing was harder and his body felt heavier. He shook it off.

"Maybe takeout was a bad idea," he gathered the boxed food and put it in the fridge. His head started to get a little fuzzy as if he drank too much. Holding his head, he unlocked his phone. He started to dial Clark when it died.

"Shit," he was using it all day and didn't charge it once. He went to lie down for a moment, thinking that would help. He made it to his bed. He suddenly realized that his shirt was gone. He was so focused on getting to his room that he didn't realize that he had taken it off. Without thinking he kicked off his pants and boxers, leaving them on the floor. He crawled under his comforter and buried his nose in his own scent.