"And kept my skin," he said with a bit of pride to having done the whole "intentions" talk and managed to not get pinned on the ground crying Uncle.
Because, well, if Dinah wanted to, she could. Dick was a perfectionist, demanding often too much of himself, but it came with more self-deprecation than pride by a long shot. So he knew out of the two of them Black Canary would wallop him in a straight on fight.
"He does have unconventional kids," Dick pointed out concerning Bruce's parenting methods. "One that just happens to like very bright colors." Blame the circus. "But yeah, a baby means probably more conventional parenting methods, so new adaptation for him." His brain churned a bit over Bruce being older. Then he shrugged. "Bruce is fit. He'll probably still be able to outrun a 21 year old at that age and put him in his place if needed." Because Dick didn't like to prod at the sneaky thought of Bruce being gone. Instead he brightened. "Hey, that means I'm going to be pretty up there then, too. You'll still like me when I'm gray and stuff right? Or am I going to have to watch out for young roosters?"
Dick smiled, leaning after her a bit when she pulled back from the kiss. Then a playful sigh. "Yeah, I would. And they will be, too, just... want them to balance. This lifestyle can have something like that, right? By the way, I'm not ignoring what you said about that, but if I ponder on that mental picture, I'm not responsible for stupid things gushing out of my mouth. Try the beef tips. They pretty much fall apart in your mouth. Or is that cheesecake going to meet an early demise?"
Hope sprang eternal, and little fantasies were usually always kept carefully tucked elsewhere when it came to Barbara. There was, after all, one woman worse than Dinah when it came to being pushed or talked into anything she saw no reason to do. As he'd well learned. But damn, he'd bit his tongue all through his dad and Dinah's wedding, had kept himself active and in super-jest mode so his tired, over-caffeinated mind didn't decide to blurt anything to her at the event. So he was distracting himself with chomping up salad followed by a noisy slurp of drink. It was a feat, because they both knew Dick was not eating the salad because he preferred it to the other items. He'd take carbs, sauce, meat, and sweets over it every time.