Ah yeah, this is my jam. he thought as he pranced around, his cape moving from side to side behind him. Sometimes he worried that someone below would hear his loud footsteps, but then he remembered that the whole house was to be empty for the next hour.

Jumping on the bed, he placed his mask on his head while snapping massive hands wildly. Feet danced to the rhythm, voice matched the lyrics, and his eyes were closed as he rang out the words.

"If I knew back then, what I know now. If I understood the what, when, why and how! Now it's clear to me what I should have done, but in hindsight its all 20/20! 20/20 vision!"

His significantly deeper voice clashed with George Benson's, and all in all it wasn't as pretty as it could have been. But it was his private time and he would spend it the way he wanted to. If that meant bad singing, people would just have to deal with it. If anyone finds out, that is.

The whole party came to an end after the second chorus when the man turned around once hearing someone clear their throat at the threshold of the door. "Uh... Bruce? What's going on here?" a 15 year old Dick inquired.

Bruce looked from side to side nervously and casually stepped off the top of his king size mattress while smooth jazz still echoed in the background. He took off his cowl. "The fuck does it look like I'm doing?"

The older of the two pushed his way out of the room and muttered,"Research, obviously."

So, if any of you have been following the Father Son Theory, my crack!headcanon is that Bruce is obsessed with smooth jazz. So I found a reason to incorporate that into something else (hopefully there are some George Benson fans out there to enjoy this). If you haven't read Father Son Theory yet, I hope you will. :) Reviews?