"I wouldn't," Robin sang mischievously to the team.
"And why not?" Artemis remarked. The team all looked at their youngest member curiously.
"Wally is far from your average Joe. You think it'll be easy to get into his room, much less find anything?"
"So he's a slob. Big whoop," she said leaving. The team followed all half curious to see their elusive speedy friend's room. Robin just smiled.
"Oh on the contrary. On the contrary."
"Dude, who are you talking to?" Wally asked as he zipped into the room, throwing one arm around Robin's shoulder. Robin looked at his pseudo brother only to stifle a laugh.
"Oh, no one."
Wally raised a brow curiously but overall hiding all emotion before Robin burst out laughing. A light twinge of red came to his cheeks, an amazing feat considering how deep he could blush.
"I blame Bat-butler," he stated gesturing at his attire. He was in a dark suit with a white shirt and deep red satin tie. His hair was slicked back in a clean manner that ironically made him look so different from their resident speedster but rather a gentleman.
"Alfred? Really?" he asked knowing no one was listening, "Boy your grandfather really wants you to be a gentleman."
Wally groaned. "Don't remind me."
Robin just gave another impish grin. Wally rolled his eyes and began walking to the kitchen when Robin jumped on his back. Instinctively he grabbed Robin's legs to hold him up.
"Master Robin, might I remind you to not do such unbecoming activities?" he scolded with an English lit to his voice. Robin gave him an indignant look similar to that of a spoilt child.
"What? Me? Partaking in indignant activities as such you are presuming? The very thought-!"
Meanwhile Artemis bolted out of Wally's room slamming the door behind her. Her heart was beating sporadically against her chest.
"Was it messy?" M'gann asked looking at the paint, leafs, glitter and feathers covering her person. Artemis slowly shook her head. It wasn't messy in there. It was spotless. Was being the key word. It had been booby trapped and she had set quite a few off. She at least knew of the paint which was covering her right arm and most likely most of her back.
"It… was booby trapped. That little troll," Artemis growled remembering how Robin was smirking and telling them not to go into Wally's room without telling them that he actually placed traps in the room for who knows what reason. Artemis silently swore she was going to murder the little bat child. And the team's speedster. It was his room after all and she needed her calculator back. She was sure he had taken it. Her anger had led her stomping back to the main room to begin her search for "The Boy Wonder". That's when she smelled the chocolate. Not just any chocolate, chocolate from chocolate chip cookies. Not burning but actually delightfully fresh.
She walked into the kitchen quietly, using her stealth to her advantage.
"I still don't understand why you couldn't ask A to make them for you," a familiar voice with an unknown tone drawled.
"Come on, you don't squeal. And you make them just as good," Robin graciously fawned. Artemis stopped in the doorway to see Robin talking to a boy in white crisp cut pants, a white button up shirt with a satin red tie, a white apron and a white bandana to keep his hair out of his face which seemed to hold back red hair. He held himself with confidence, standing somehow with grace, even as he bent over to pull a tray from the oven.
"Your dessert, young master," he sarcastically drawled, a light dusting of freckles over his cheeks, his smile charming and mischievous.
"You can't be serious!" Robin laughed while the other smirked.
"And why not? You little troll," he asked with a silky smooth voice.
"Because you're supposed to be the goofy one," Robin complained. The elder rolled his eyes.
"Yeah right Rob," he snorted his voice more crass and relaxed with amusement lacing his words retaining a rather stoic look.
"Stuff it KF," Robin said grabbing a cookie. He took a bite and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"No freaking way, Baywatch?" Artemis smiled revealing herself. Surprisingly neither reacted. Rob just smiled and offered a cookie while Wally's face remained blank and rather stoic and raised a brow curiously at Artemis.
"No way what Princess?" he asked. Artemis's face tinted a light pink.
"You fucking baked cookies?" she went off. Wally opened his mouth to retort when Robin interjected, "Yeah! And they are awesome!"
"Didn't think scatter-brain here could actually make something without the microwave. Wally's face hardened slightly and barely repressed a shutter recalling how he had gotten to his level of cooking.
"I don't think my grandfather would've approved of that," he muttered to himself.
"What? Your grandpa?" Artemis questioned. Wally paled and Robin's mouth went slack for a moment.
"Uh… yeah. My British grandfather who spends his life baking, cooking and cleaning for a rich man named Bruce in Gotham," he said quickly. Artemis scoffed.
"Yeah right Baywatch," she said walking out of the room.
"Wow…"
"I know. Lucky break," Wally muttered, "You think she'll ever actually figure it out."
Robin snorted, "Only if she learns who I am or starts dating you."
"Not going to happen Master Robin," he nagged as he swatted Robin's hand away from the cookies tutting at him like he would a small child, "You'll ruin your appetite."
"No fair," Robin pouted playfully. Wally rolled his eyes at the younger.
"You'll get your just desserts Robin, if everything is in order," he stated ominously. Robin paled thinking about Artemis entering Wally's room. He "ninja-ed" his way out of the room leaving Wally to chuckle at the Bat's antics.
-.-
"I can't find it!" Artemis yelled. She was still unable to find her calculater. Wally walked into the room rather confused by the huffy archer when he walked over to the television set and grabbed a calculator from the cluster of copious remotes.
"Here it is," he said dropping it on her lap.
"How?" she questioned. Wally shrugged his shoulders.
"Alfred gene."
True story. My great-great-grandfather was named Alfred. My great-great-grandmother could never find anything. She'd always tell him she couldn't find it and he would look in the same place she was looking for about ten seconds before finding said object. As it would turn out, both my father and I have this ability to the relief of my mother and two sisters (and each other when the gene isn't working…) I don't know why I wrote this. Perhaps I was bored and felt that this would be entertaining. Oh well. Review.
