Everyone loves a late night trip to Maccy D. (McDonalds for those who are unaware of McDonalds slang)

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Midnight McDonalds

He gripped the burger wrapped sloppily in white paper tightly with two hands. This was probably the highlight of his day, probably hers too. The fact that McDonalds at 12.34am on a Wednesday morning was the highlight of their day, well the highlight of the last 25 hours, proved it had been a trying day.

Quickly, he flipped the fried burger over to its right side and unwrapped the ugly white paper. It revealed a double cheeseburger, looking nothing at all like what it did in the advertisements. The patties were half hanging out of the piled food, the mayo had been slobbered on, causing it to leak out of the burger and onto the paper, the lettuce was littered all over the burger and the top bun had half slid off. What a masterpiece. He smiled. This is exactly what he expected at this time, a shitty burger that tasted like pure fried, fatty fast food.

He gripped the mess of a cheeseburger as best he could and brought it to his parted mouth. Slowly, he clambered as much burger into his mouth as he could. He was glad they had picked a table towards the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes watching them disgustingly demolish their double cheeseburgers. He bit down and pulled the burger away, the food pulling apart easily. The taste was beyond amazing – pure greasy fat.

His eyes looked up and finally away from his incredible burger. Blue met grey. "This is amazing," he commented energetically, amongst a mouthful of cheese, meat and bread bun.

The comment brought a smile to her face, and that fact that he was talking with a mouthful of burger. "This was definitely a good decision," she agreed, reaching for her small cup of coke to her right.

Her slender hands wrapped around the cup and she dragged it across the polished table closer towards her. She pursed her lips, only making a small hole for the straw in the cup to slip through. She sucked and dark liquid flew up the white straw and into her mouth. She swallowed a few times. She forgot how good syrup coke tasted – severely underestimated.

He was already half way through his burger by the time she reached for hers. He watched her do exactly what he did, flip the burger the right way up and unwrap the fast food goodness from its ugly packaging. Her burger looked much more beautiful than his, actually kept in line and free of leaking mayo. He paused eating his own burger for a moment, intrigued that the blonde opposite him was actually eating McDonalds. Sure, he had seen her eat unhealthy food before, but not McDonalds, or a burger for that matter. He didn't think burgers were her thing, but he was obviously wrong. However, she made eating a burger look good. Her manners were still intact, chewing slowly with her mouth closed. However, her elbows sat on the table, bent a little less than 90 degrees, holding the burger casually with two soft hands. Her long blonde tresses were slicked back into some sort of messy bun, which suited her, somehow accentuating her Vietnamese look. Her top half was dressed in a tight black, thick strapped black singlet. Below the table she was decked out in some grey baggy crotch sweat pants and a pair of black thongs, her driving shoes, as they were known as, to her and Dick anyway.

She looked up, a few bites into her burger. She raised eyebrow at his thoughtful expression. "Must be a pressing thought if it stopped you half way through your burger," she commented, breaking his train of thought as she took another bite.

He shook his head, his shaggy long dark hair lively flopping around somewhat. A smile graced his lips. "It's just that I've never seen you eat a burger, or McDonalds for that matter," he pointed out, reviving his process of devouring his own burger.

She shrugged casually, her face unimpressed for only a second. "Watching Wally turned me off."

Dick raised his eyebrows for a moment and nodded, fully comprehending what Wally was like with burgers – like Dick was right now, but faster, much faster. He could feel the tension radiating off her, just from mentioning his name. He wasn't ready to push that right now. All he knew is they hadn't talked in two days. He was surprised she was in this good of a mood considering. He frowned, realization kicking in. Maybe that's why she was here, with him, at this time, to get out of an irritated and depressed mood. That's exactly why he was here.

He shoved the last bit of the mayo doused burger into his mouth. A few chewed mouthfuls and it was slipping down his throat and into his starving stomach. He had been with Bruce all afternoon and had spent the majority of his evening trying to avoid seeing Bruce any longer, which meant staying in his room all night without dinner. He had heard Artemis get up twice and on the third time he caught her on the way back to her room, pretty much forcing her to take him for a drive. She was more than happy too though, obviously sick of being cooped up in her room too.

She was halfway through her burger now, obviously enjoying it by the content look on her face. The content look on her face instantly fell when she heard the faint familiar tune of The Killers, Mr. Brightside. It was her phone. They both looked to the small black handbag sitting on the same table to Artemis' left. She scowled for a moment before continuing on with her burger eating. Dick looked at her, apprehensive.

"I can guarantee you its Wally," she said lamely, swallowing her bit of burger. "Stupid prick," she added with a low almost inaudible growl.

He slipped a hand into the opening of her bag, even though he was taught to never go inside a woman's hand bag, Artemis seemed to be cool with it. He found the vibrating and singing iPhone after a short hide and seek match using his hand. He pulled it out quickly, still ringing and pulsating. He tilted the screen slightly so she could see it.

Wally.

She rolled her eyes as he let it ring out.

"Maybe you should talk to him," Dick suggested, feebly holding her phone out to her after it had finally silenced.

"No," she answered simply, taking another bite.

A second later the phone began to sing and vibrate again in his unusually clammy hand. He kept it there, subtly suggesting that she should take his call. "Dick, leave it alone," she warned him in a low and dangerous tone, her eyes turning to slits. He sighed, giving up; he didn't need Artemis to be pissed at him too.

She dropped her gaze, knowing that the dark haired teen was keeping a cautious and judgemental eye on her. She knew he thought their fights were petty, stupid and competitive, but it wasn't about winning for her. It was more than that. It was the fact that the red head was trying to save her, when she didn't need saving.

She went for another bite, hopefully trying to silence her thoughts with greasy burger. The bells of her message tone broke the tense silence between the two. She didn't look up. She wanted to avoid any type of Wally stress until morning, so she kept her eyes on the burger. From the corner of her eye she could see her black iPhone slide towards her, Dick's hand pushing it along the polished marble like table. Her storming grey eyes glanced at the screen.

Answer your phone.

She heaved loudly in frustration, almost hurling her burger back into the paper from which it came in. It crumbled into a catastrophic mess of mayo, lettuce, meat and bun. She gave Dick an icy glare as she swept her phone from his hand quickly and roughly. A few touches later, her phone was at her ear. Her eyes stayed on Dick, still delivering that ice cold glare that she was so good at. The phone rung once. The dark haired teen stayed silent, his expression serious, brows only slightly furrowed, brightening his deep sea blue eyes. The phone ran for a second time. His eyes still held hers but –

"Artemis," Wally breathed into the phone, calm and pulling her from her stare.

"What do you want?" She retorted sharply, her tone irate mixed with apathy.

"Where's Dick?" he interrogated her, emotionless and blunt. "Bats wants to know."

She licked her teeth, the anger boiling deep within her gut. The lack of expression in his voice only added to her pugnacious mood. She had dealt with his shit for the past two weeks. They weren't even on talking terms and he was still, somehow, managing to infuriate her. She wished she could give him a piece of her mind right now, but it wasn't the time or place. Dick was here and Batman could've been listening on the other end. Her face twisted into a scowl, her eyebrows creasing into a deep frown. She was trying to keep herself cool. She looked at Dick, his facial expression discombobulated. He had obviously overheard his mentors name mentioned.

"He's with me," she kept it cool, but venom soaked every word.

"And where's that?" He barked back, matching her malicious tone.

"You don't need to know," her words were sharp and apathetic, before she removed the phone from her ear and hung up.

Dick pursed his lips, slightly uncomfortable. He didn't like being around when the two fought. It was just really weird, considering they were both his good friends. They suited each other, complimented each other, like the yin and yang almost. He knew they were meant to be together – they just couldn't see it right now. He watched as she brushed her hair with both hands, intertwining her fingers amongst all the strands, obviously trying to give herself a moment. Their eyes met – and there it was, that painful look, confirming that it wasn't all anger. She cared more than she let on. She covered it quickly, raising an eyebrow. "Where's your phone?"

"Back at Mount Justice," he replied, trying to ignore the expression on her face that he had just witnessed.

She smiled, tossing her phone back to him. He caught in one hand with ease. "Good," she confirmed, taking control, "we're not going back," she added carelessly, pushing her chair back and standing up. Her smile turned sly as she looked down at him.

He pulled himself to his feet, exposing his lean figure dressed only in a pair of black sweat pants and a white shirt. "Where are we going?" He quizzed, his smile matching hers.

"You'll find out," she said, swiping her hand bag off the table and turning to exit the fast food chain store.