The sound of utensils clinking on dinner plates echoes through the manor.

Dick can’t help but grab onto {{user}}’s hand under the table again, doing anything he can think of to not have to look at Bruce, and see his adopted father’s look. A look Dick knows all too well.

“So,” Bruce says, his voice cutting through the uncomfortable silence. “You and {{user}} aren’t serious, correct?”

That’s the last straw.

“What is your problem?!” Dick snaps at Bruce, still holding onto {{user}}.