Bruce couldn't help but smile as the boy got the hot dog all over his face! He might have cringed, had he not thought ahead for that napkin. "Hmm. I'm not sure if that went in your mouth or on your face!" Bruce teased gently, taking a bite out of his own dog. Even he had troubles keeping the sauce off of his face. somehow he managed, dabbing his mouth now and then with the napkin. He paused once Dick's face got a little too sloppy and wadded up a clean napkin. Reaching over, he wiped off the boy's face-- whether or not he was done with his hot dog.

"ehh," Dick groaned, as he was cleaned. "Thank you," He said blushing.

The tigers twitched their tails now and then and watched the pair eat their hot dogs. For the most part, the Bengals were too lazy to get up and do too much for the presumed father and son duo. Once they had finished, Bruce crumpled up the papers and tossed them into the trash. He took one last swipe at Dick's face with a clean napkin, and then began to clean off the kid's hands quietly. He didn't ask if he could-- he simply began the process. "Hmm. Ketchup is tricky business," he chuckled, throwing away the make-shift bib and hand-napkin at long last. "Now then... I wonder... do these tigers have names?" He hummed, rocking back on his heels.

"I don't know," He said shrugging. "I don't speak tiger."

"Hmm. There must be quite the difference between Tiger and Elephant;" he teased lightly. Leaning back, he watched the sleek beasts for a while. Leaving was certainly up to Dick-- though he wasn't about to let the kid stay out too late. Eventually, he wandered on passed a flock of flamingos who were chattering amongst themselves. He looked briefly over them, but said nothing. Lingering at exhibits also depended on Dick's interests. "--So... I know you like elephants, Dick... but what else do you like?"

Dick blushed, thinking, "Um, green. The circus. The trapeze."