Bruce being suspiciously… relaxed…
Dick: *watches as Alfred heads back to the kitchen carrying an empty softdrink bottle* What’s going on?
Dick: *spots Bruce sitting on a loveseat by the fireplace* Aha! What are you doing?
Bruce: Nothing. *pops the bottle cap off with just his index finger* Just enjoying a taste of my favorite beverage, the soda pop.
Jason: *feigns shock* Really? I have never seen you enjoy soda pop before.
Bruce: Hn.
Tim: *narrows his eyes* Have some now.
Bruce: *takes a sip* Ah, it’s delicious.
Damian: I don’t buy it, Father! You’re making the same face you made when you found Alfred’s chocolate chip cookie bits in your trail mix.
Dick: Something’s up. I’m patting you down. *proceeds to do just that, Officer Grayson-style*
Dick: Darn it, nothing but a non-surprisingly toned set of abs.
It’s 10 AM on a Sunday, kids. Give your father a break.