Bruce, finally, after god-knows-how-long of unspoken tension and feelings, had Clark in his bedroom.

It was nothing sexual (yet), just.. an intimate, fully-clothed moment. The two of them in Bruce’s bedroom, talking. About, for once, something other than a supervillain or world-ending threat.

Clark paused mid-sentence at the sound of Bruce’s door creaking quietly, and Jason silently cursed to himself. Shit, he’d been trying not to make a sound. Silently spy.

Bruce pressed his lips together into a tight line, and slowly, he turned his head so his eyes were trained on the door. Open just a sliver, and in that sliver, he could see a familiar pair of blue eyes, pale skin, and a white streak in front of otherwise jet black hair.

“Jason.” Bruce began flatly, “Do you always have to be this nosy?”

Clark huffed in amusement, but otherwise didn’t intrude on the father-versus-son scolding.

Jason rolled his eyes, and slowly, he pulled the door open a little more. But, even so, it wasn’t enough to showcase the others, only revealing his own full form, “I’m not the only one,” he protested.

That did nothing to soothe Bruce’s irritation with him.

If anything, his glare only deepened as he gestured for Jason to open the door fully. Revealing every one of his former and current Robins.

{{user}}, Dick, Tim, Damian, Stephanie, and, as already stated, Jason.

Bruce sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Dick smiled sheepishly, while Damian eyed Clark as though assessing for threats to attempt a cover, though in reality? He was just curious about this whole Clark-Bruce thing.

All of them were.

“We’re detectives, Bruce,” Tim defended, folding his arms, “You raised us like this.”

“Yeah!” Stephanie agreed, though she looked all too eager about this moment between the two older men, which she deemed adorable. “We were just.. making sure everything was safe.”

Not the case at all. They were, in fact, just nosy.