Ticket

A/N: So here's a short one shot piece of fun. No angst. No plot. No action. Just a father / son moment. I mean, would Bruce really get upset over a speeding ticket? Takes place a while back, when Dick is Officer Grayson of Bludhaven PD.

Seeing the red sports car speed by at 100 miles an hour Officer Grayson hit the lights and sirens and took off after it. The red car slowed and pulled over. As soon as he read the plates Dick swore softly. Still, he ran the plates through his computer, even knowing perfectly well who it belonged to – his father.

A moment later he was at the driver's side window, which had been rolled down. A hand as familiar to Dick as his own held out a driver's license, registration, and insurance.

"No need, Bruce. I'm sure Alfred has everything current," Dick said. The papers were tossed into the passenger seat.

"You know I'm going to have to give you a ticket," Dick noted.

"Of course. And it's not like I can't afford to pay it," Bruce replied.

"I really should you give a ticket for reckless driving."

Bruce smirked. "But you won't, because we both know that I wasn't being reckless."

"No. I suppose not." As part of his training to be Batman, Bruce had spent weeks with the best race and stunt drivers in the country. For him, driving 100 on a mostly deserted road was not reckless. And the car was designed to handle high speeds.

"Alfred wanted to know if you'd be home for Sunday dinner this week," Bruce mentioned.

"You could have just picked up a phone," Dick pretended to grumble. "Is he making lasagna and devil's food cake?"

"I'm sure he will, when I tell him that's what you want."

"I'll be there. 6 o'clock," Dick said, handing Bruce the ticket. "Next time you drive through Bludhaven…"

"I'll watch my speed," Bruce promised.

"See ya Sunday, Dad."

"See you then, Son."