Dick pulled on some boxers on the way, sitting down at the dinner table.

Alfred came out with a plateful of sandwiches, allowing Dick to get all he wanted, before going to Bruce.

Dick tucked in, not listening to their conversation.

Their wasn't much of a conversation, as Bruce dug into his own set of sandwiches happily.

Dick sighed as the meal ended, following Bruce to the shower.

"You need a shower," Bruce said with a smirk.

Dick nodded, immediately dropping his boxers.

Bruce saw him, his eyes growing wide. "Need some help," he asked, blushing.

Dick nodded. "need someone to wash my back..."

He smiled, and stripped his clothes, climbing in with him.