After Bruce took Dick under his care, he actually stopped wasting time on any casual relationships - it seemed inconceivable when a little traumatized boy with unrestrained aggression and a desire to commit a capital murder was waiting for him at home. But after a few years, he thought, to hell with it, he deserved one night of good old fun. So he went to this gala concert in his best outfit, having previously arranged with Alfred to take Dick out for a short hike so that the mansion would be free during the night. And when he started looking for his "victim", he came across this charming reporter, all screaming Mr. Awkward with the broadest shoulders known to a man, and hands as warm as his smile, and Bruce, of course, takes him home. And everything goes great, only Dick returns earlier than Bruce expected, and enters his bedroom as usual without knocking.
Dick: hey B look i collected a whole basket of mushro— SUPERMAN??
Bruce, still half asleep, barely covering himself with a blanket: what
Dick: WHY IS THERE SUPERMAN IN YOUR BED.
Clark, without his glasses, his hair is combed back from the position of his head on the pillow: um
Bruce, already embarrassed and feeling like he'd failed as a guardian by letting Dick catch him the morning after: Dick what are you talking about, it's just some—
Bruce, turning to face Clark:
Bruce, paling:
Dick: THIS IS THE SUPERMAN YOU DICKHEAD WHAT IS HE DOING IN YOUR BED WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM—
Bruce: i... i don't know how to answer that
Dick, almost crying: DID YOU MAKE LOVE TO HIM WITHOUT TELLING ME—
"without telling me" is CRAZY
