Alright, hi everyone, so… Universe needed to recount this but she's busy and not technically supposed to be here so I said I'd do it. My name's Jason, Jason Todd-Wayne. I'm fourteen and I'm Robin, like Batman and Robin. Cool, right? Anyway, we don't own.

March 6:

I was in the cave, like the Cave, not Batcave, sitting on the couch and doing homework on Dick's head. He was laying on me (don't ask why, my brother's a cuddly person) and with no other choice my spiral-bound notebook was on his head as I did my math.

"Dick?"

"Yeah?"
"How do you divide an exponent?"

"Subtract."

"What?"

Dick took the book off his head as he sat up, turning to look at it. "five-x plus 5 to the power of four divided by five to the power of ten equals fifteen-thousand six-hundred seventy-five point six… well, you undo backwards, so you start by dividing fixe times X by five. That would-"

"Miss Martian, B05."

"GUYS!"

We looked to the Martian, whose eyes were huge in excitement. My jaw almost dropped. What in the world?! She wore a cream dress with a dark chocolate sash. On the hem and jumping up were Oreos. Her hair was in a high ponytail with a scrunchy made of more mini Oreos. She was grinning mad, with about sixty assorted boxes of the brand floating behind her.

"Uh… M'gann?" I asked.

"ISN'T IT WONDERFUL!" She waved her hand at her suspended cookies, her eyes looking like they were going to pop out of her head.

"Yeah, wonderful, uh, why do you have enough Oreos to feed Wally?" Dick questioned.

She turned to face us, slowly drifting up like a balloon and almost glowing in dreamy happiness. "WHY?! It's National Oreo Day! We need a party!"

"Oh no." Dick paled. "Who introduced her to the Oreos? You know Martians!"

"Uh, Dick," I scoffed, "That was you."

"Nu-uh! It had to have been Wally!" Dick looked back at me.

M'gann landed and turned to us, throwing a bunch of streamers in various colors. "START DECORATING!"

Dick and I exchanged horrified looks before the girl fluttered out, giggling and talking about ice-cream Oreo cake.

Eventually, it was time and we found ourselves eating inhumanly large amounts of Oreos, from Oreo cake, to Oreo pie, and Oreo ice-cream sandwiches and churros and… well, Wally was happy. The whole League came, even Batman.

And I didn't have to do my homework.

I know, really short, but I don't like writing. If she wanted someone to do it right she should have asked Barbara. Barbara likes to write. I do not. Bye.