Bruce: OK, have-

Bruce: Just Kon? Not the Titans?

Tim: Yup.

Bruce:

Tim:

Bruce: Did he at least come to pick you up?

Tim: Yeah, he's upstairs. I'm just gonna grab a sweater.

Kon: *chilling in the hall*

Bruce: *appearing*

Kon: Oh, hey B, how-

Bruce: I have been informed that you are taking Tim to the movies.

Kon: Yeah, we’re-

Bruce: I don’t know how Luthor or Kent raised you but when taking a son of mine out on a date, you should at least have the decency to introduce yourself.

Kon:

Bruce: I am willing to let that slide as long as you understand the rules. He’s home no later than 9:30. That’s 9:30:00 not 9:30:01. If he comes back through my door anything other than happy and content, I swear on Gotham, you will live to regret it.

Kon: Come on, B, you-

Bruce: It’s Mr Wayne when you’re dating my son. Now, he’s on his way down. You’re going to tell him how nice he looks or you’ll be sleeping under Gotham Habour tonight, understand?

Kon:

Tim: You ready?

Kon: Yeah, you look nice by the way, hot. No, um, handsome? Great, definitely. Overall, pretty.

Tim, beaming: Come on, we’ll be late.

Bruce, hugging Tim: I slipped some Kryptonite in your bag just in case the kid gets fresh, Ok?

Tim: B, are you serious?

Bruce: As a heartattack.