Hi! This is my first Fanfic, and I'm going to make this about the friendship between some members of the team. I hope you enjoy!

"Ouch!"

Nightwing frowned at Batgirl, who was sitting near the table, her head resting on it.

"Just so you know," he started, "I'm not enjoying this either."

Batgirl breathed in. They were in the Cave's kitchen, and no one else was around except for Jaime, who was probably in his room, listening to his blaring headphones. "This is painful."

Nightwing squinted behind his mask, his face crinkling. He stuck his fingers back into Batgirl's hair. "Well, I'm not the one who told you to make out with that guy, who by the way, um, had lice!"

Batgirl groaned, "I didn't know he had lice! Besides, he was really nice! I liked him a lot."

Nightwing sifted through locks of orange colored hair. He picked up a strand, "Don't move..."

Batgirl moaned again, "Another one?"

Nightwing nodded, "Yeah, another nit. Man, it's just staring out at me..." He pulled it out and wiped it on a paper towel. "You could have asked your dad to help you with this nit picking. I'm not too good, you know."

Batgirl laughed, her face pressed against the marble, "Liar. You're so much better at this than my dad. He missed, like, all the nits that you're finding right now."

Nightwing smiled back, although Batgirl couldn't see it, "Haha. Robin had lice last year, remember? Man, you should have seen Batman, in full costume, trying to find those little buggers. He was not patient, not at all."

Batgirl squashed her nose against the table. "He was a nice guy, my date, but after this fiasco I don't think I'll be seeing him again. Or should I give him a second chance?"

Nightwing shrugged, then remembered that she couldn't see it. "Wait, there's another one." He pulled out the shiny nit, then wiped it on the paper towel, now filled with at least thirty small black nits, gleaming in the light.

Nightwing sifted through some more hair. "I think that's it," he announced. Batgirl picked up her face and stretched. Her vertabre popped back into place, and she sighed.

"It better be. My dad has me quarentined in my room for the duration of this little epidemic."

Nightwing smiled. "I think you're clean for now. Come back tomorrow at the cave," and the look he gave her meant the OTHER CAVE, "and I'll see if there's any more."

Batgirl grinned, "Thanks. Really. My dad won't even go near me, he's so afraid of lice."

Nightwing pulled his hands to the sink and started washing them, "He could just shave his head. It would make him look tougher. He could use that in his...um...profession. And hey, what are friends for? Besides, you'd do the same for me. Right?"

Batgirl had that sly look on her face that made Nightwing frown at her while he threw out the nit-full paper towel into the incinerator. When he came back to the kitchen, Batgirl dipped her hand into the sink, came up with all the soap suds, and threw them at him, landing straight in his face.

"Sure," she said while he stood there, dripping, blinking in surprise. And then she got him a towel. 'Cause that's what friends are for.