I know it's a little past the holiday, but I've had this idea for a while. And it works so much better with the team than just Dick and Wally. So here you go.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

St. Patrick's Day

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"WALLY!"

It wasn't the first time the team had woken hearing the speedster's name screamed. In fact it happened at least three times a week; or four if he was feeling restless. Sometimes he wouldn't even have been staying overnight at the mountain. It was like he would just wake up in the middle of the night and decide he wanted to play a prank.

Usually it was the most recent addition to their team that would fall victim. But something about the anger-filled shout was different this time.

Slowly the team's heads began to poke out of their rooms, curious and confused.

First it was M'gann with her red hair rumpled and messy, a hint of concern in her eyes. Then it was Kaldur who was usually already up when these things happened. Then it was Conner who looked vaguely annoyed that the wake-up call had come two hours earlier than normal. And finally came Artemis, who seemed just as surprised as the others that she wasn't the target this time.

That only left…

"Wally! I swear I am going to kill you!"

Robin.

"What do you think he did?" M'gann asked looking more concerned than before. Robin was typically very sweet and patient; it took a lot to make him lose his temper. And most of the time he simply ignored Wally's antics.

Before anyone could answer the young Martian's question, a loud squawking noise filled the hallway and something streaked by in a blur.

"Get back here, Coward!" the youngest's voice followed after it. "I chase down the worst scum Gotham has to offer every night! Don't think I won't catch you!"

It was then that he rounded the corner.

His whole body was tense and stiff as he stalked after his supposed best friend, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He was surprisingly still in his pajamas, sweatpants and an extra large Batman t-shirt that came almost to his knees. It looked like he had put on his sunglasses as an afterthought as they were slightly askew. His face was set in a scowl so dark it rivaled anything they'd seen from his mentor. And his hair…

His hair had been dyed bright orange.

The team watched in silence as he marched by, not sparing them a glance, and disappeared into the common room.

"Guess we know what he did now," Conner spoke up after a minute or two.

Artemis smirked looking pleased as she said, "I'd hate to be in Kid Idiot's shoes with a vengeful Bat on the warpath." Her words were punctuated when a resounding crash echoed throughout the mountain.

Kaldur sighed wearily, "I suppose we should go make certain they do not destroy anything important."

"Or at least that they don't hurt each other," M'gann chewed her bottom lip fretfully.

Artemis looked practically giddy as she walked down the hall tying her hair up, "Oh Wally will definitely be hurt before this is over. He might get away with some of the things he does to me; but you can be sure that Robin isn't going to let him off so easily."

Artemis was at the front of the pack when they found their missing teammates, the others more wary of what they would find.

Robin had cornered Wally in the kitchen where two of the counters met. His stance was deadly serious and he was clutching a batarang in each hand, leaving the team to wonder where he had gotten them from. He looked about a second away from jumping the older teen.

Wally had the look of a cornered animal, eyes darting, jittering nervously. He was practically cowering as he held his hands out in a placating manner. "E-easy, R-rob," he said shakily, "It was j-just a j-joke."

Though Robin's eyes couldn't be seen, it was obvious they had narrowed dangerously. "You have thirty seconds to explain to me why you thought it would be a good idea to color my hair as ridiculously as yours," he hissed through his teeth.

Wally audibly gulped and tugged at his sleeves. "Well," he managed to get a hold on his stuttering, "It's kind of St. Patrick's Day, and I thought… well you're kind of, um… sho- well, not short exactly… you're just… not tall?"

Robin just raised an eyebrow, "Twelve seconds left."

"I just thought you'd make a better leprechaun than Artemis!" he blurted. He seemed to realize what he'd said and his eyes became impossibly wide.

Artemis snorted and had to cover her mouth to keep from outright laughing and ruining the moment. M'gann, Conner, and Kaldur seemed a bit uncertain about how to react; they were wondering more about what a leprechaun was and why it would be insulting.

Robin didn't move or say anything for a good ten seconds. Then he straightened into an almost relaxed position and lifted his shirt enough to reveal his utility belt strapped to his waist. He replaced his batarangs and pulled something else from one of the many pockets.

Wally paled and looked faint, wondering what his friend would do next.

But in his hand Robin held a green rubber band, which he pulled onto his wrist. He calmly cracked his knuckles and considered the fearful speedster.

"Alright, Wally," he said in a strangely cheerful tone, "If that's how you want to play it…" He somersaulted forward and back so fast the team had hardly registered him moving at all; jumping up in front of Wally and appearing in the same spot he'd been standing in before.

He smirked mischievously as he held something up in his right hand. A small green button that had been pinned to Wally's shirt.

"No green on St. Patrick's Day, Wally?" he asked, his smirk becoming a sly smile. He tossed the pin to Artemis without even looking at her and tilted his head to the side. "Now that's just asking to be pinched."

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There you have. Hope it was okay.