Are those sun lamps?
Can billionaire Bruce Wayne not afford drapes?
And most importantly, unless you're a big time pole-smoking pickle kisser, why are you and your youthful ward lounging around Wayne Manor in little white towels like it's a friggin' bathhouse?
Where is Alfred while all this is going on?
Probably fetching the evening's cocktails. Wearing just a towel as well.
Nah. They probably hire some hunky muscle boy for that. I'm thinking Conner Kent.