Here is my stupid headcanon:
So I’m obsessed with the idea of Bruce having movie-star and famous friends, because it’s not like his entire life outside of Batman is just all some giant lie — he does actually have a few of those people whose company he genuinely enjoys, and chief among them is (of course) George Clooney. And one day George stops by the Manor and is looking around for Bruce, man he can’t find him anywhere, and somehow he ends up down in the Cave, and he is standing there open-mouthed because holy shit THIS IS THE FUCKING BATCAVE, and Bruce is in the suit but the cowl is down, and maybe he is sparring with Dick, and there are a couple of other Batboys around, and everyone just freezes, because holy fucking shit. And there is this long moment of silence and horror, and then Bruce vaults over to George’s side and is like, so, what do you think? Do you love it or what?? I’ve replicated the whole thing, and I even created Batman’s Sex Dungeon, and oh my God you would not believe how wet chicks get for this shit, did you see the leather over here? I’m serious, just run your hands over this! Come try some of this on, I’m not kidding, come play with us!
And Dick and Tim are standing there like, okay, a, how fucking disturbing is it to hear Bruce talk about sex, and b, your explanation does nothing to explain us, and then Bruce is airily waving his hand like, you know, at first the boys resisted dressing up, but now they love it too, it’s better than any gym workout ever could be, this is the best game I ever thought of, you have to play too.