"I have a date."

Dick Grayson looked up from the files he was going over. He stared at his best friend with an extremely doubtful expression, and said one thing: "Oh?"

Roy Harper mock-scowled at Dick. "Unbeliever."

"I'm sorry, I just wasn't sure you had said what I thought you had said." Dick answered mildly.

"I said, 'I have a date.' For tomorrow tonight, actually."

"Tomorrow night." Dick repeated meaningfully.

Roy really did scowl now. "Come on, Robbie, I don't do that with every woman I come across."

"Right; just the ones that say 'yes'. That's a 99.9 percent majority, Roy."

Roy rolled his eyes in annoyance and threw himself down on the couch. And then just as quickly, jumped back up.

"$#*! What in the hell happened to the couch!?"

"It's a bit wet." Dick answered, looking at his files once more. "Lian and the twins were playing with water pistols earlier."

"A bit wet, my ass. It's soaking! You know Dick, babysitting generally includes keeping the baby from destroying her father's property."

"You think I didn't try? Lian is as stubborn as …well, you. And have you ever tried to take anything away from the 'Demon Twins'?" I had to call Wally back from his case so he could stop them from soaking the entire house."

Roy smirked. "Wally's getting his comeuppance for tormenting Barry for all those years. Twins with super-speed. Anyway, Dick, we were on the subject of my date."

Dick settled back into his chair with a sigh. Roy imitated him. While standing up; he was going nowhere near that couch for at least a week. Or however long it took to dry out.

"Your date." Dick repeated. "You mean an actual date, Roy? You know, dinner, a movie, talking to each other, you walk her home, she goes in, you walk back to your house?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive."

"Positive for what precisely?" Dick asked, earning him a glare from Roy.

"That's not funny."

"Alright, alright. So you've got a date. I'll go rescue the real Roy Harper after this conversation. What's her name, then?"

"Her name is Julia Carlyle, wise guy."

Dick's eyebrow shot up. "Lian's history teacher? The one she's always saying is 'really pretty, Daddy.' So you finally gave in, huh?"

Roy shrugged. "Jewel's nice."

"You have a nickname for her already!?" Dick exclaimed, laughing.

"Hey, she is a jewel. You should see her with that classroom full of noisy, obnoxious kids—"

"Of which, Lian is one."

"No, she's not.

"She deluged the couch." Dick pointed out wryly.

"Wally's kids are a bad influence on her. She's a little angel." Roy said firmly, in the way that all fathers do when they don't want to admit that their precious bundles of joy have minds of their own.

Dick looked amused. Roy looked affronted. "I'm going up to say good-night to my daughter." he said, turning to go out of the room. "That is, if she isn't in the bathroom, flushing all the shampoo down the toilet!" he added sarcastically.

Dick burst out laughing. He'd had to surreptitiously replace all the shampoo already because Lian had done that very thing yesterday afternoon.