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Dick was a good kid. He really was, for a 15 year old, he didn’t get in trouble, never stayed out too late (apart from his Robin work), didn’t hang out with the wrong crowd, or do anything people thought moody teenagers would do.
He might’ve also been with Barbara, and Bruce was genuinely happy whenever he noticed Dick with Barbara at school. What Bruce didn’t like, however, was that Wally kid. Wally was the Flash’s prodigy and nephew, and the only one Dick told on the team about his identity or life.
It wasn’t that the kid was a bad influence or anything, but he was so unbearable. He flirts with any woman who breathes and is always the first one to butt his head into any trouble.
Whenever Dick wasn’t Robin or at school, he was either on the phone with Wally, texting him, or being whisked away in Wally’s arms to God knows where. It was getting frustrating.
Alas, Bruce got home from work. Alfred greeted him as usual before Bruce asked about the whereabouts of his eldest.
“Master Dick is with Master Wally in his room,” Alfred informed. ‘Master Wally? He’s around so much that Alfred is on first name basis with him now,’ Bruce thought to himself while shaking his head after thanking Alfred.
After freshening up, Bruce decided to check up on the kids.
Reaching the door, Bruce knocks once before opening it.
He would’ve thought they were playing some game or scrolling on their phones. Hell, he would’ve even accepted them practically cuddling while talking. What he didn’t expect was to see his son’s freshly 17 year old friend in between what he can only assume are his legs under the blanket.
His son’s leg was over Wally’s shoulder, nails of one hand digging into the speedster’s back while the other hand was intertwined with Wally’s. His head was thrown back on the pillow, moans and pleas were spilling out of his mouth while the red head’s head was buried in his son’s neck, hip moving under the blanket.
Bruce prided himself in how he maintained and masked his emotions, but seeing Dick like that made him involuntarily let a gasp out.
His son, too lost on whatever cloud he was on, didn’t hear it, which disappointed the father that trained him to never let his guard down.
The speedster on the other hand heard it and lazily moved his head towards the door. Hooded eyes widening as he took Bruce in.
Not knowing what to do, he quickly managed to take the blanket and cover them both head-to-toe, and the last thing Bruce wanted was the speedster skin-to-skin under a blanket with his son.
Dick let out a whine at what can be assumed Wally pulling out before speed-whispering about the situation they’re in.
After a moment of silence, Dick pokes his head out of the blanket and awkwardly smiles at Bruce. “Hi…?” He finally lets out.
“Get dressed and meet me in living room.” He simply states before closing the door and letting out a much needed breath.
About 10 minutes later, the boys finally make their way to Bruce. The sit down awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes, but Bruce does narrow his eyes at the way his son’s hands are gripping the speedster’s in his lap.
“Boys-” he manages to let out before he is cut off by Wally. “I’m sorry Mr. Ba-Wayne, I swear this is my fault. Don’t pull Dick out from the team or fire him as Robin,” he pleads.
“What are yo-” he begins before his promptly cut off again, “No Dad, it was my fault. I’m the one who asked him for it, he couldn’t say no after I begged. And this is only the 7th time, please don’t tell his parents about this,” Dick all but begged, and by the way he called Bruce ‘dad’ instead of ‘B,’ her was pretty distressed.
Before either of them could say anything else, Bruce spoke up. “Boys, I’m not mad at you as a person. I know you kids have urges and what not. I’m not firing Dick, or pulling him out of the team, or telling anyone’s parents. So don’t worry,” he said before lifting a hand to silence them, “However, as a father, I have every right to ask you this; What the absolute fuck were you thinking fucking my 15 year old son under my roof.”
“Mr. Wayne, I’m truly sorry for what you had to see,” he manages to say.
The mere audacity of this kid put a dumbfound look on Bruce’s face. Dick slapped his shoulder before earning a “Whaatttt, I am NOT apologising for having you like that.”
It took a second for Bruce to compose himself. “I’m apologise on this idiot’s behalf, B. I swear, you’ll never see him here again,” he assured.
“Not have him here and having you with him, alone, some place else? If you guys are together, it better be under my roof with the door open, somewhere public, or somewhere with a trusted adult, and no, that does not include Barry,” he clarifies before Wally’s smirk can develop.
“Oh come on!” Wally whines before being shushed by Dick.
“I understand B, this won’t happen again,” he promises before turning red after Wally whispers something in his ear.
Bruce grunts as an answer before leaving them to themselves. He hopes the red head has taken enough embarrassment for one day and has decided to head home, but knowing him he’s pretty sure that that won’t be the case.
He eats dinner in his room before washing up and heading to bed to try and get a few hours of sleep before patrol.
And if he lets a certain Kryptonian in after everyone has ‘hit the hay’ (as the Kryptonian says) then no one can blame him for a little stress relief after such a worrisome and long day.
No one needs to know the stress relief was taking place every day for Batman knows how long.