His mouth popped open, absolutely aghast. "But.. I want the donuts... My body will go into shock." A thoughtful look. "Worse than SHIELD coffee shock. Besides, I said nothing about sharing!"
"He's going to frown at me," Dick argued. "Because I don't want to wear black or suits. Have you seen me try to tie a tie? It's not pretty." That was a lie, because he could tie a tie very well if he wanted to. He just didn't like them at all so made a mess of them on purpose.
Dick looked thoughtful. "Let's not go with fait accompli. Let's go with two kids saying 'please' at the same time so he can't--never mind, he can refuse that, too. Hmm..." Actually, he was sure Bruce would see what Dick had already thought about. Maria was tough as nails, good at what she did, and she genuinely wanted to keep the world safe. Sure she took some measures neither Dick nor Bruce approved of, but she was the shade of steel gray that barred humanity from wide spread wars at times. She was like them--they did hard, downright mean things and saw the ugliest of people so that normal people could continue admiring flowers, worrying about how their kids were getting along in school, and disliking their jobs. They couldn't be a part of that. They were on the other side of the curtain fighting so as many as possible could enjoy that life.
They also both liked Maria, something that was rare. She could understand them. They understood her. Sometimes they would huff at each other at the semantics of how they went about their saving of civilians, but then they would sit at the bar, fattening themselves on Alfred-made treats, swapping information, and teasing each other. Maria was one of theirs, in on the secret, welcomed into their home, and if she called, they answered.
Which meant if Dick was around her they had a much better chance of making sure Maria stayed around. Maria being around meant a good SHIELD and a happier Bruce. Okay, and a happier Dick. He was pretty fond of the dry-humored director.