Terry looked up from his textbook and to the much older man on the black leather couch. Bruce's mind was obviously elsewhere. Terry didn't spend much time in Bruce's den, but it was a very nice place to be. He didn't mind doing his homework on the floor. Fireplace and all.

"Bruce?"

Terry got no response. Bruce was just looking at the fire. He was just being very silent and blinking very slowly. Terry continued on with a smirk. One way or another, he was going to get that man's attention.

"In what position does a woman get a better orgasm?" He asked as innocently as possible. Terry knew that he wouldn't be able to pull it off, but he loved shocking Bruce.

Bruce's head turned his way quicker than he'd ever seen it before.

"WHAT?" He rumbled. Bruce's silver blue eyes were wide and almost wild. Terry leaned a little away from him.

"Uhm, it's... in my book. I have to take 'Sexual Education' tomorrow. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

Bruce narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the boy and held out his hand. "Let me have a look at it." Terry picked up the book and scooted Bruce's way. Putting the book in Bruce's lap, Terry kneeled in front of him. He watched carefully as Bruce's eyes trailed down the page, then widened again.

"What *are* they teaching you youth these days?" The older man asked. It wasn't often that Terry saw Bruce give a look of disbelief. Terry looked up at him and shrugged casually.

"Well, what is it? Don't say 'I'll tell you when I'm older', either. I've heard that *way* too many times in my life." Bruce looked at the fireplace again and back at the boy kneeling in front of him. Bruce knew better. He recognized the tone in Terry's voice. The young man had an ulterior motive.

"Why *exactly* are you asking me? I've never seen you work quite this hard on an assignment." Bruce said, his voice dripping with suspicion. Something was up.

Terry gave one of his smirks. "Because. This subject is actually pretty shway. I figured I'd ask you since you've probably... uhm, been *around*." Bruce raised an eyebrow at Terry's comment.

"This conversation is ridiculous."

Terry furrowed his brows. "Bruce, come on. You *know* what the position is, you just don't want to say it."

Bruce stayed quiet and looked towards the fireplace again. Terry threw his hands up in surrender and took the text book out of Bruce's lap.

"Fine. I could just go to the red light district..." He trailed off.

For the second time, Bruce's head snapped his way. The former Batman was pretty much convinced that Terry was losing his mind.

"Don't. you. dare." Bruce growled, leaning forward to look into Terry's eyes. The younger man rolled his own and gave a snort.

"Well, why not? You probably haven't had any in years..." Terry knew right then and there that he should have kept his mouth shut. Of course, he never followed that instinct.

"That's-"
"What, true?" Terry interrupted.
"McGinnis..." Bruce growled. Instead of yelling at the boy, he continued on. "It's any position. It only depends on how you do it. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

Terry just sat there and blinked. He shifted his body around in a way that Bruce recognized from experience. He didn't move from his spot in front of Bruce, just looked down at the older man's black shoes.

"Wow. Way to go, Bruce." He muttered, floored. A part of him just wanted to crawl under a rock. The other part wanted to do something a little more bolder than that.

"You still didn't answer my question." Terry looked up at Bruce again. "What question? I don't remember you asking me-"

"Did that satisfy your curiosity?" His mentor repeated patiently. Bruce wanted an answer, and he wanted it *now*.

Terry's smirk turned into an all out smile. He put his hands on Bruce's knees and licked his lips lightly.

"Well, not exactly."