+++ 4 months later ++++

Bruce knew he should have been happy for his young ward. He had everything he wanted now; a loving, if not overly protective father, a boy friend who would rather eat kryptonite then see him cry, and of course a 'happy house hold'. But one thing still irritated Bruce Wayne to no end. The damn Kryptonian never left and ate everything in sight without gaining a pound!

Bruce was just getting home from a business meeting, the clock chiming twelve in the afternoon as he loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes in the front room, sighing as he was able to relax slightly from the stressful day. He could hear the usual noises from the kitchen as Alfred prepared the afternoon meal, but no sound of his ward and his 'some day son in law.'

He left the front room, going up the grand stair case and going into the west hall, checking to see if he was in the pool room or TV room. When he saw he wasn't he went to the north wing, going to his sons' room first and frowning when he saw he wasn't in there. Where could he be?

Bruce sighed, but then he heard snoring coming from his room. It wasn't loud snoring, but it still caught his attention and made him go over and open the door, turning on the lights to a very cute, though he would never admit it, sight. There, on the bed curled up in Bruce's bathrobe was Dick, his mouth opened slightly and his eyes shut as he slept. Next to him in only his boxers was Connor, he had one arm over the boy and a half eaten cookie on his chest as he snored away in peaceful sleep. The shades were drawn and the room smelled of fresh cookies and juice, for a moment making Bruce smile before frowning.

Wait a second… this was his room and his bed and he wanted SLEEP!

The end, I hope you guys enjoyed.

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