Everything but the story itself belongs to DC. Well, maybe not the pickles.
Bruce and Dick stepped into the kitchen to find Selina sitting at the counter with ice cream surrounded by a wide variety of toppings and bananas. She already bananas and chocolate ice cream in her bowl.
"Good timing." Selina grinned at Dick. "Just finished with my toppings. Other ice cream flavours are still in the freezers though. I just wanted chocolate."
"Make your own banana splits." Dick grinned back at her. "Awesome." Dick grabbed vanilla ice cream and a bowl.
Bruce kissed Selina. "You look pleased with yourself."
"Very. I had a craving." She put a spoonful of ice cream and toppings in her mouth.
Dick picked up a jar and frowned at it. "Selina, why would you put pickles on your banana split?"
Bruce, who had turned to walk toward the fridge, spun back to look at Selina in horror. She smirked at him.
"I like pickles in my ice cream. You should try it sometime."
Dick put the jar back down on the counter with a shudder. "Nah, I'll pass."
For those of you who don't know old wives' tales say that women only eat pickles and ice cream when they're pregnant. Selina isn't pregnant. I've eaten pickles and ice cream since I was five and just loaned that oddity to Selina.