"Happy father's day, Spooky" Hal greeted as soon as he saw Bruce stirring in his bed, leaning over him to give him a quick, chaste kiss (he wasn't about to deal with Bruce's morning breath). "Guess who's got Damian's cooperation for an entire family day?"
First Bruce needed a moment to wake up properly and remember who he was, who Hal was and what was going on. Ah yes, father’s day. He had already wondered how that might go down, with Hal having moved in now.
Bruce wasn’t surprised to hear that Hal had wrapped Damian around his finger. “Oh really?” He stretched and yawned, blinked against the bright sunlight that flooded the room. “That’s wonderful. Where are we going?” He liked to plan, excessively so, but he also liked it when Hal took over, because Hal often had thoughts and ideas Bruce didn’t have.