Dick walked out of his bathroom in a pair of sweatpants, with a towel on his head. He was up early for a change, and his night had been decent. He walked into his kitchen with the intention of finding something good for breakfast, and nearly turned green from the sight awaiting him. "What are you doing?"

Tim shrugged. "What?"

Dick swallowed hard. It was gross…really gross, but he could make it through this. He knew that. "Alfred would kill me if he caught me allowing you to eat that." Dick gestured to Tim as he was raising the disgusting thing up to his mouth again.

Tim shrugged again, and continued to eat his delightful breakfast. "What? There is nothing wrong with this."

"Cold pizza for breakfast? Oh, yeah, there's nothing wrong with that at all." Dick rolled his eyes.

Tim took a big bite and chewed slowly savoring the taste of the cold mushrooms and cheese that just tasted so different than when they were hot. "I've got news for you, Dick; Alfred wouldn't like it any better if I ate it warm."

Dick could do this. He didn't have to look away, but he really wanted to. "Maybe not, but I would."

Tim rolled his eyes. "You can't tell me you never ate cold, leftover pizza with the Titans."

Dick shook his head. His past experience with less than impeccable taste was not the point. "Yeah, when I was young and my taste buds were…"

"Better?" Tim smiled mischievously.

Dick gave him one of his better bat glares. "I was going to say still developing, and didn't know what DISGUSTING food was. I have found a better way of life, and better food."

Tim raised an eyebrow at him as he began to wonder if food products could really drive a person crazy…hmmm, things to look up later. "Ri-i-ight, sure, that's it."

Tim picked up another slice from his plate, but Dick just couldn't take it anymore. "No! Stop! Don't! I have a microwave for a reason. Please, use it."

Tim smiled evilly, and Dick knew whatever Tim was about to say, he wasn't going to like it. "But I like it better cold. Everything tastes better when the grease is in a solid form."

Dick needed to remember to thank Bruce for teaching him how to control his gag reflex, because that was the only thing that stopped him from vomiting all over the floor. "It's okay. We'll get you help. Your poor taste buds! Don't worry it's not too late for them. I promise, I have better things around here to eat. Hell, eat the sofa cushion. I'm sure it's better for you."

Tim just laughed. Dick was having a conniption and it was only 10 a.m., and better yet, he had caused this outburst…yeah, it was going to be a good day for Tim. "I'm fine, thanks, besides, the soda I plan to drink after this will make it all better."

Dick stared at him and wondered what happened to the nice, proper Timmy--the one that ate all his veggies and was always polite. "Oh, no, that's where I draw the line. You have to at least have orange juice, or something with some kind of nutritional value."

"Oh, yeah? Watch me." Tim grabbed the can of soda, opened it, and drained it dry--all before Dick could even move. "Ah, refreshing." Tim sighed happily.

Dick stood there disgusted. "You're despicable. I'm going back to bed."

Tim leaned back in the kitchen chair he was sitting in. "Okay, Daffy Duck, see you later." Tim watched as Dick's shoulders tensed. Dick didn't turn around or say anything. He simply walked into his room, and shut the door. Oh yeah, it was definitely going to be a good day for Tim.

The End