Bruce Just-became-a-parent Wayne having no idea what things he should or shouldn't allow because, well, no one told him 'No' growing up.
And just letting Dick get away with the most insane shit.
Random rich lady:... I can't believe how these young people are behaving! All covered in tattoos and piercings, God.
Random rich lady: I would never allow my children to do something like that, In my time–
Random rich lady: Wha– No! Of course I wouldn't! Beside, my kids are too young–
Bruce: YOUR FIFTEEN YEAR OLD KIDS ARE TOO YOUNG!??
Bruce: Shit. FUCK. Excuse me, I need to make a call. *dials number furiously*
Bruce: Alfred! I need you to stop Dick at front door. Do NOT let him leave the house!
Dick entering Bruce's office: Hey, Bruce!
Bruce: Hey, Chum. What is it?
Dick: I just wanted to remind you that you promised to get me a certain something for my birthday next week.
Dick: Yeah, wouldn't want you to "change your mind" like with the piercing. You did promise, after all...
Dick: And it would be pretty villainous of you to break your promise... again.
Dick: Alright, that's all. Bye! *runs away*
Bruce, quietly picking up the phone:
Bruce: Hi, Mrs. McAllister. It's Bruce Wayne, we met at a fundraiser last month... Yes, the very same, heh...
Bruce: Say, hypothetically, if your kids were to ask for a motorcycle for their birthdays, that would be okay, right?
Bruce, closing his eyes: It wouldn't?... Right, of course. Fuck
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