ShadowSLD wanted stripper Dick and here's Dick being a stripper 

can i just say that stripping is a valid profession? the heels that the girls have to wear are bigger than my IQ

"That dude looks like Dick," Jason commented as they prowled the strip club for their criminal. They were undercover but down a man since Dick had to be somewhere tonight. This was her favorite strip club so if they were going to find her anywhere, she'd be here. The dude Jason was referring to was the man dancing on stage, clad in a tiny thong. A group of girls presumably on their hen do were squealing and shrieking as he moved around the pole with a flirtatious look. They waved money at him in hopes of getting closer to his muscled body. "That dude is Dick," Tim replied. All of them stared at him, slack-jawed. The eldest brother of their family was right there, gyrating around a pole. "Oh my God, someone get me bleach I ain't dealing with this," Jason said through a gag.

"Father, your son is a harlot."

"Not on my watch. You three stay on the mission, I'm sorting this out."

Another great day where the tips were rolling in thick. He got back to his make up station and began packing up his stuff for the night. His shift was short since he wanted to do patrol after it. He chatted with some of the other strippers before picking up a towel and wiping off some of the body glitter. A long shower was normally the only thing that could get it all off but he wanted to get most of it off so it didn't cling to his clothes. "Hey Rich, there's a guy in the back asking for you," one of the bouncers announced. Dick raised an eyebrow at him but shrugged it off. Depending on what the guy wanted, he may as well make his night. Money was money, right? "Let him in, big guy. I'll call you if I need you." He continued to look in the mirror as he wiped off the glitter when the door opened. A man walked in. It took a second for Dick to realize who it was. His confident grin soured immediately and he twirled around with the towel covering his body. "Bruce? What the hell are you doing here?" he shrieked, wishing he could shrink up and die. How much had he seen? How much did he know? Why was he in a strip club! 

"What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here! Put some clothes on!"

"If you came in here to yell at me then you can leave! God this is so embarrassing," he complained, moving back to face the mirror. He couldn't believe this was happening. Someone up there was playing a sick game with him and he was going to throw hands with them as soon as he got up there. "Embarrassing? How do you think I feel knowing one of my own is in a seedy strip club shaking his ass?" The acrobat rolled his eyes and got up, pulling on his joggers. 

"Look, Bruce, not all of us can make a billion in the blink of an eye. I like to work for my money and if I have to show myself off for it then so be it," he replied. He slipped on his shirt and put the money, along with his make up, in his backpack.

"If it's money you want I can PayPal you what you earn here in a night," the older offered but that just made Dick tut unhappily. He shouldered his bag with an unamused look. 

"If I wanted your money then I'd ask you for it but I want to work for the things I have. I'm a performer B, this is no different from performing in a circus. Well, I get way more money here than my parents did at the circus," he argued. As he walked to the door, Bruce grabbed his wrist.

"I want you to be safe."

"And I am. You don't need to worry about me anymore. I'm a big boy with like five years in the business under my belt."

"Five years!" Bruce repeated.

"Haha gotta go!"

"Our brother is a stripper," Jason stated as he took a shot of vodka. 

"We got the girl but at what cost?" Tim replied shell shocked. 

"I can never look at him the same way," Damian added. 

"How do you think I feel? I'm the one who raised him," Bruce said. "Alfred is gonna have a heart attack."