Reply to No dice(Guest): Thanks. I adore these three as well, although I did think that my first chapter had a bit less fluff than I would have liked.

"We're dead!" Robin moaned as he surveyed the kitchen, raising a hand to wipe a stray piece of batter from his face. "Dead, dead, dead!"

"We're not dead." Roy insisted nervously, eyes flickering from the batter on the walls to the various ingredients spilled on the ground. "We're just going to... clean up this mess, and then pretend that this never happened."

Wally shrugged, zipping from place to place. "I can clean this up!" He declared proudly. "No problem."

"Really?" Robin asked hopefully, eyes lighting up.

"Yeah!" Wally agreed, a bright smile lighting up his features before it faltered slightly. "Except, you know, I'm not allowed to use super speed indoors."

Roy groaned as he tossed a piece of... something or the other... into the sink. "It's an emergency." He whined, "Please, Wally?"

"I can't break the rules." Wally replied firmly, turning on the tap and washing the various pots and pans and batter covered mystery items in the sink, fingers vibrating slightly over the tough spots. "Dad said that if I break one more rule, he's going to..." He cut himself off and shuddered dramatically.

"Batman's like that, too." Robin agreed unhappily, pulling a piece of cloth from a drawer and tossing it to Roy. "If I break a rule, then he won't let me go on patrol with him!" He started wiping down the counter, stopping every so often to wash the batter off of his cloth.

"Ollie doesn't usually care what I do," Roy admitted, "But if he comes in to see the mess we made in his kitchen, even he's going to be breathing fire."

"So, we're dead." Robin repeated, moaning as he moved on from the counter to the walls. "Do you think that we can finish this up before they come back?"

"Of course we can!" Wally replied, optimism lining his voice. "We're not only going to clean this all up and leave the kitchen sparkling clean, we're going to have a nice, perfect batch of chocolate chip cookies all ready for them to eat."

Robin's features lit up as he did a backflip off of his spot crouching on the counter and he landed in front of Wally, noses practically touching. "You really think so?" He asked hopefully, lips stretched into a bright smile.

"No, we're dead." Roy said flatly, kneeling on the ground as he swiped at a few stray bits of flour that refused to come out from the cracks in the tiles.

Robin's shoulders slumped as he glanced at Roy. "Make up your mind, guys." He whined, "First Wallman gets my hopes up, then Speedemon brings me down? Are we going to live or die?" Throwing his hands up dramatically, he flipped back to his place on the counter and starting wiping the walls again. "It's not like we can be zombies."

"Why not?" Wally asked curiously as he tucked the last pot into the dishwasher. "Zombies are real, aren't they?"

Robin's nose wrinkled as his shoulders lifted into a cautious shrug. "Heck if I know." He replied, his high pitched voice sounding as though he were mimicking someone.

With great irritation, Roy realized that it was probably him that Robin was mimicking. He opened his mouth to berate Robin for doing so, but found that he couldn't quite muster up the energy to hold the tiring conversation about the morals of making fun of people that he was sure would follow if he did so.

"Why did we think that this was a good idea in the first place?" He asked warily as Wally joined Robin in wiping the walls.

"I wanted cookies." Wally sighed, the longing in his voice clearly showing that he still wanted to eat some. "I'm hungry, Roy. Can we have food?"

Holding back a growl, Roy replied in a voice as calm as he could force it to be, (which wasn't calm at all,) "Once we finish cleaning up, alright?"

"Alright," Oddly enough, Wally didn't argue, but flashed Roy a quick smile before turning back to the walls and scrubbing a bit faster. "Thanks, Roy."

Huh. He hadn't expected Wally, of all people, to have manners.

Feeling odd, Roy squirmed slightly before cautiously responding, "No problem."

"This is boring." Robin announced, sticking out his tongue in concentration as he pulled a stubborn piece of butter from beneath the light switch and swiped at it with his towel. "When is it going to be over?"

"When we finish cleaning." Roy replied curtly, unable to be annoyed with Robin as his own impatience at the mess swelled up.

"When will we finish cleaning?" Robin asked as he turned around, perched neatly on the edge of the counter, his legs dangling over the side.

We'll finish when we finish, Roy wanted to snap, but he didn't want to make Robin feel bad for asking the question, or guilt Wally for making the mess, so he glanced around and guessed, "By the time that we finish singing 25 songs."

"Really?" Excitement snaked it's way into Robin's voice as he cheerfully exclaimed, "Alright! What songs?"

"Whatever song you want." Roy decided, figuring that it couldn't be so bad. "You and Wally can take turns."

Being forced to sing along with them and 500 bottles of beer on the wall later, Roy was finding himself seriously regretting allowing the two to choose willy nilly.

Watching their bright smiles, though, he couldn't find himself regretting it.

Well, at least, not if he avoided thinking about it.

"29 bottles of beer on the wall, 29 bottles of beer..."

And suddenly, they were done.

Just like that.

Roy let out a sigh of relef as he leaned back from the mess, the tightness in his chest loosening ever so slightly.

That wasn't so bad. He thought.

Then Wally pulled on his pant leg, eyes bright in anticipation and hope as he asked cheerfully, "Can we make cookies, now?"

No. Roy wanted to say.

(Somehow, though, they ended up making the cookies while singing yet another throat drying rendition of 100 bottles of beer on the wall.)