A/N: I am so tired right now, so I bet there are typos in this that I'm not in the proper state of mind to fix. Just know that I attempted and I really, really, appreciate reviews. Hope you enjoy.
Ceiling
In the few instances that someone other than Red Tornado was assigned to look after the young group of heroes for an evening or so, said someone always returned to Watchtower thoroughly frazzled, complaining about how Kid Flash is a bottomless pit and M'gaan is a nightmare in the kitchen and Superboy keeps denting the walls with his body and Artemis is snarky and Aqualad is of no help trying to control things. The rant usually ends with comments about Robin, and how he'd probably be the perfect aide to their efforts...if he wasn't the one causing the bulk of the mischief from his upside-down perch fifty feet off the ground, that is. Batman thinks it might be kind of funny, if only sort of-maybe-ish.
Island
"No, no, no, you're not getting the point." Wally insisted. M'gaan only adopted a more wizened expression of confusion, and he sighed. "The reason Gilligan never made it off the island is because it would've ended the series. But you know, I've always suspected that coconuts may have had something to do with their situation, too..."
Wind
It tore through her hair, made her eyes sting with tears, and damn near forcefully wrenched a scream from her throat. The unforgiving bite of wind would have been the only thing to break her fall had a pair of strong arms not appeared out of nowhere, both protecting her from the sudden chill in the atmosphere and saving her from a nightmarish demise.
Duck
"Ooh, where?"
"No, Miss M, I mean really, DUCK!"
Seriousness
Despite the fact that they all hated being referred to as children, when they gathered around the couch as a group after a tough mission and playfully argued with one another or told horrible dirty jokes until someone laughed, there was a general unspoken consensus among them that sometimes, acting your age wasn't totally necessary.
Pupil
Superboy was fickle, hotheaded, and impulsive. Sometimes he let control on his strength get away from him when they were sparring and she ended up nursing bruises the size of his fists. Black Canary would readily admit that perhaps he wasn't the perfect student, not completely ideal, but he was learning and that was all she had ever wanted for him.
Poison
Artemis was pretty sure she had been drugged. Someone must have slipped something in her drink, because there was absolutely no other reason on the planet that Robin would've walked past her, drenched in sweat and without a shirt, and her immediate thought was that he was ridiculously, drop-dead hot. As it it turned out, though, she hadn't been poisoned; the little bird had just hit his growth spurt and wasn't so little anymore.
Joke
"Putting the 'fun' in funeral" jokes really weren't funny to them - especially now -, but they all laughed anyway; KF would've wanted them to.
Pen
After seeing the Percy Jackson movie, Robin and Wally bought a pack of pens for everyone and handed them out like candy back at the Mountain, claiming that one might never know when they'll need to save the world with a pen.
Grace
Conner, for all of his strength and force-fed intelligence, knew what being graceful was supposed to look like, but was pretty sure he had never actually seen what it was for himself until he stuck around during cheerleading practice one day and Megan flashed him a dazzling smile before catapulting off the top of the pyramid, landing on the ground in a split all while keeping the grin intact. It had helped him decide that grace was a physical manifestation of beauty, kind of like Megan.
Bitter
The awful taste in her mouth at the sight of them together was barely noticeable amidst the sound of her heart shattering into thousands of irreparable pieces.
Album
Wally swore he heard wedding bells when Artemis bragged that she owned a genuine vintage copy of Abbey Road on vinyl, but then he remembered that it was Artemis and went back to hating her again, but maybe just a little less than before.
Anatomy
Whatever, so the chick could sprout arms out of her forehead. He couldn't help himself from still thinking she was hot; Wally had always had a bit of a thing for redheads.
Ordinary
It took him contracting pneumonia after a particularly onerous mission in the Arctic to remind the team that their little ninja friend needed someone to to watch his back every once in a while. After all, Robin was only human.
Clarification
"For the last time, Robin and I are NOT gay for each other! And no, Speedy and I aren't gay for each other either! Stupid reporters..."
"..."
"Yeah, I know you can hear me."
Accidental
As it happened, M'gaan wasn't the only one who was incompetent with an oven. Kaldur could start fires just as well as the alien could when attempting even the simplest of culinary tasks, but at least his water abilities made it easier to put his screw-ups out. Both of them still relegated themselves to the couch when it came time to make dinner, though. Better safe than sorry again.
Glossy
Superman had attempted the role of "den mother" once; he quit three hours in, when he had decided that haircare was of the utmost importance and decided to hit the showers. He ended up with his hands superglued to his head for his troubles and a buzz cut that demanded the addition of a "Superhat" to his costume until all of his luscious locks had grown back.
Blast
The total cost of repairs after the explosion had come in at just over a million dollars. It didn't technically have to be that much, but the Justice League had collectively decided that it would be more beneficial to their bank account in the future to splurge on more durable equipment in anticipation of possible dangers. Android incidents, training mishaps, someone's powers going awry, Kid Flash and Robin starting another prank war...
Spade
It wasn't Artemis' weapon of choice, but her only two options at the time were to get attacked by a nasty bunch of killer mandrakes or to take her chances with the shovel. She chose the shovel and discovered her second favorite weapon in the process. Go figure.
Rain
The cold droplets of rain felt like thousands of icy spears against his tortured skin. It made him shiver, but he didn't dare move because the body cradled in his arms didn't either.
Ticket
Wally got keys to the team vehicle given to him and then taken away in the exact same week after he had managed to set a record in Happy Harbor for the highest amount of money ever owed to the township due to traffic violation fees. He was really okay with it, though - the story he got out of it was awesome.
Audience
Sherlock Holmes (or someone really clever or something) once said that the flaw in genius was that it needed an audience. Roy had always thought that sounded dumb, up until the day he finally decided on calling himself Red Arrow, and no one was there to say anything about it.
Neighborhood
Artemis was so out of her element at Gotham Academy that she found herself being friendly to just about everyone she came across in hopes that they would help open her locker or point her in the direction of her next class. Despite everyone seemingly knowing about her scholarship and what that said about her drastically different social class, everyone was rather nice to her. Her shining moment, however, was when the small group she had been placed in to do a demonstration of a basic conversation in French class hadn't practiced at all and she managed to improvise the whole thing with help from her groupmates. As the entire class applauded them and Artemis returned to her seat, she found a neatly folded sheet of notebook paper on her desk bearing an unfamiliar scrawl: Façon d'obtenir traught! Frowning, she crumpled it up and threw it away, wondering if it was a good thing or not that she didn't speak that much French at all. That little weasel Richard Grayson seemed to think so. He hadn't stopped giggling since she opened up the note.
Quieter
Kaldur appreciated his teammates almost as much as he loved his friends, but he also couldn't help but like it when they weren't around. The silence allowed him a moment's rest and a brief reprieve from whatever misadventure was sure to come next.
Dash
The typo "Kif Dash" would've been the last straw for Wally had Conner not managed to calm him down, telling him that it didn't matter what that newspaper said anyway. Reporters for the Daily Planet were obviously just full of it.
Remembering
They look back on all the memories they've shared and see where things went wrong or they realize past mistakes quite suddenly, but they never regret anything.