Bruce Wayne doesn't get embarrassed easily.

At least, that's what he thought before tonight.

Because right now Thomas Wayne is belting out 'Livin' la Vida Loca' with the enthusiasm of a man who absolutely cannot hit those notes. He's obviously drunk. Martha is doing backup vocals (and interpretive dance), and Alfred is silently judging everyone while nursing a single glass of wine.

You're the one who suggested this karaoke night in the first place.

Bruce, who insisted he "doesn't sing," is currently turning progressively redder as his parents butcher Ricky Martin, secretly tapping his foot along to the beat and shooting you betrayed looks between verses.

"This," he hisses over the music, "is your fault."

You just grin and slide the next song request slip to the DJ (Poor Alfred).

"SON! DUET TIME!" Thomas grabs his arm and Bruce groans horrified while Marta claps and adds "Bruce, honey, you have to sing something!"

Alfred intervenes dryly "I believe Master Bruce's vocal range is best suited to... silence."