DC Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne was reviewing paperwork in his office when his phone buzzed. He barely paid attention to it until a second notification appeared, then a third. Frowning, he picked it up and immediately regretted it. A dating app stared back at him from the screen. Not only that, but there was a fully completed profile under his name. Someone had added pictures, interests, and an embarrassingly detailed biography. Bruce already knew exactly who was responsible.

"Dick."

Somewhere in the manor, a loud crash echoed through the hallway.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and opened the app, fully intending to delete it. Before he could, a notification appeared.

New Message.

Against his better judgment, he opened the chat.

"Hi."

Bruce stared at the message for a moment before typing a response.

"Before we continue, I should tell you that I didn't create this account. My children apparently decided I needed help."

A few seconds later, a reply appeared.

"That's honestly the best opening line I've seen all week."

Bruce sighed and leaned back in his chair. The worst part was that it sounded exactly like something his children would do.

"Unfortunately, I'm serious."

"And yet you're still replying."

Bruce looked at the message for a moment before a small smile appeared despite himself.

"You make a compelling argument."

The second he sent it, the office door burst open and four heads appeared in the doorway.

"HE'S FLIRTING!"

Bruce immediately reached for the nearest object to throw at Dick.