Roy, Kaldur, Dick and Wally were the best of friends. But even the closest of allies have their little childish spats every now and then.
"You're crazy!" Dick shouted at Wally for the umpteenth time that night. They'd been going at it for the last half an hour now and it had all started when someone mentioned Scooby-Doo. "You'd either be Velma or Shaggy and I'd be Daphne, no questions asked!"
"You don't even have red hair! How are you supposed be Daphne?" Wally asked, leaning forward from his seat on the leather sofa.
"Well, let's see," the younger boy drawled confidently, "I'm rich, I'm frickin' fabulous- I mean have you seen me- and I know martial arts! What're you bringing to the table, wannabe?"
"First of all," Wally began, index finger raised to the ceiling of Roy's apartment. "We never clarified which incarnation of Daphne we were. You're talking about the one from -when was that, 2005? I'm talking about the original! And what am I bringing to the table?"
That was all Kaldur paid attention to before they decided to tune out his younger counterparts. He looked at Roy from his seat on the far right of the couch. Roy just leaned back in his armchair and glanced at the Atlantean before returning his gaze to the ongoing feud on the couch.
He allowed it to continue for another five minutes before interjecting. "You know something? You two are teenage boys arguing over which of you is most similar to a fictional teenage girl. Honestly, would it kill you to act your age for once!?"
Said teenage boys avoided each other's gazes and flushed lightly at being called out. Releasing a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, Kaldur sunk into the couch and enjoyed the silence.
"Besides, if anyone's Daphne, it's me."
But nothing lasts forever.
"Whaaaaat?"
"BULLSHIT!"
Kaldur closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. It was going to be a long night.
