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The Team was gathered in the living room of the cave. With the exception of a few petty crimes, the day had been surprisingly quiet.

"Have you told them yet?" The Boy Wonder asked from his comfortable position on the couch, eyeing the resident speedster of the team with curiosity.

"Told them what?" The redhead said through a yawn. The hacker tilted his head at this remark, considering his best friend with concern.

"You don't remember?" The surprise in his tone was evident. The leader of the team, along with Superboy and Miss Martian, turned their attention to the younger teens with mild curiosity. Artemis, however, continued to concentrate on polishing her arrows, having already assumed that the speedster's conversation was one unworthy of listening to.

"Um, no." Wally made no effort to hide his indifference to the matter. After all, the speedster would have remembered what Robin was trying to remind him of had it been interesting. How very wrong he was, for what Robin said next would certainly pass as interesting, even in the speedster's point of view.

"You forgot about the Super Pillow Fight Day? Seriously dude?" At this point even Artemis put aside her arrows and considered the two teens with a mixture of doubt and curiosity.

"What? I thought it wasn't gonna be on 'till next Thursday!" The speedster had jumped to his feet, his voice resonating his utter shock at Robin's remark. The Boy Wonder, too, had stood up, rolling his eyes behind his mask.

"If you'd been paying attention, you would've realised that the date was changed." Robin's voice showed too clearly how disappointed he was in his best friend. The redhead, however, paid little attention as he ran (with super-speed, of course) to his room and appeared a mere moment later in his civvies.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Wally asked, clearly exasperated. Robin cleared his throat and indicated a very dumbfounded group of teens. "Well, tell them already! We gotta go now or else we'll be late! Again." Robin sighed.

"Fine." He said, tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose: Aqualad, Superboy and Miss Martian would find this hard to understand. "Well, today's supposed to be the fourth anniversary of the annual Super Pillow Fight Day, and we wanted to ask you guys to come and join us. Artemis, I take it that you've already been invited?" The hacker's gaze fell on a frowning archer.

"So he decided to go on with his plan, huh?" Her voice showed only too clearly how disappointed she was in her mentor.

"Yup."

"Forgive me," Said Aqualad, who was standing next to a confused Miss Martian and an angry Superboy. "but what is this pillow fight of which you speak?"

"Well…" Robin scratched the back of his neck, trying desperately to come up with an explanation that would not confuse the three older teens. "It's basically a game where all the players try to beat the others with pillows." Sheer silence settled in the room as the young Martian, Atlantean and clone tried to process what Robin had said.

"But…" Miss Martian voiced as she looked at Robin, confusion clear on her usually cheery face. "Why pillows? And why would the players hit each other?" She was, as it seemed, taken aback by the harsh conditions of the game. Wally grinned and jumped in to Robin's rescue.

"Well, Miss M," He Began to explain. "Pillows are soft and that's why they're used in the game: the players hit by the pillows won't get hurt." The Martian considered this before giving Kid Flash a thanking smile, seemingly happy with the explanation.

"Then what's the point of the game?" Superboy asked, looking genuinely confused. This time, it was Artemis who answered.

"It's supposed to be fun." Kid Flash rolled his eyes at her remark.

"It isn't 'supposed' to be," He said, sending a glare in the direction of the archer. "It is. Don't spoil it for everyone else just because you won't be coming."

"It's a game for kids." The archer stated matter-of-factly. "Why's the League playing it anyways?"

"It was Green Arrow's idea." Robin said with a smirk. "But I'm guessing you already knew that."

"Besides," Kid Flash continued. "Everyone thinks it's a good bonding exercise. The League hardly gets any time to themselves and it's one of those few occasions when they can have some fun."

"And," Robin added, "we'll be able to join them in a…" He fell silent for a few seconds to create a dramatic atmosphere before finishing his sentence with an over-dramatic wave of the hand, "Super Pillow Fight!" The leader of the team smiled and nodded politely.

"I will be honoured to join in this pillow fight." He stated.

"How about you Miss M?" Wally asked the Martian, a grin set on his face.

"I'd be delighted!" Miss Martian answered excitedly.

"Supey?" Superboy groaned. "I'll take that as a yes. And you, Artemis?" The redhead turned to look at the archer, grinning ear to ear.

"Absolutely not!" She snapped, her hands flying in the air for emphasis.

"OK then," Robin said, an all too mischievous grin on his face. "Way to miss the opportunity to beat Batman with a pillow."

"What?" The archer seemed utterly horrified by this realisation. Megan looked even more shocked and even Kaldur's usual calm expression had changed into one of slight surprise. Superboy, however, seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. "Batman is coming to a pillow fight? How on earth did Green Arrow convince him?"

"He didn't," The Boy wonder stated, his grin widening. "I did." The silence that followed was broken by Superboy.

"Will Superman be there?" He asked in his usual monotone.

"Course." The hacker responded. "All the original members of the League'll be there. The rest of the heroes will handle the crime fighting for the day." More silence.

"So," Wally said impatiently, "you coming or not? The fight'll be on in like ten minutes and I'm not planning on running late."

In less than five minutes, the teen heroes found themselves entering the enormous, ancient looking mansion that belonged to none other than Green Arrow himself. They were directed to an unbelievably large room containing piles of pillows that were stacked neatly near the walls. Already waiting inside the room were Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Green Arrow (Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter were on missions off-world and Aquaman was struggling to deal with newly arisen issues in Atlantis).

"Finally!" Green Arrow exclaimed as he walked to the teens. Wally had found, much to his disappointment, that all the League members were still in full costume. He looked at his own teammates and saw, once again to his disappointment, that none of them had changed either. He then reluctantly glanced at his own T-shirt and sport shorts and gave a soft groan.

"Well," he sighed, "I'll be back in a flash, guys." And off he was before Barry could finish saying "Hey, that's my catchphrase you're using, Kid". In fact, he was back in the mansion, wearing his usual Kid Flash costume just as his mentor finished.

"Guess we should start now." Oliver stated, glancing nervously at the Dark Knight, who gave him one of his more intense Bat-glares. Oliver immediately turned his head away from the glare and unconsciously placed a hand on a nearby stack of pillows for support.

"Yes," Superman said, an amused smile on his face. "We should." Superboy looked in the direction of the Man of Steel, a faint glint of hope in his eyes that immediately disappeared when the older hero deliberately avoided his gaze.

"Let the fight begin!" Yelled Kid Flash as he charged toward his uncle (with the use of his super-speed) and began attempting to hit his mentor with whatever pillows he could get his hands on ('attempting to' being the appropriate verb as the older speedster easily dodged all the pillows thrown his way). Robin gave his signature laugh before grabbing some pillows and throwing them, one after the other, in the direction of the younger archer. Artemis groaned as one of the pillows hit her in the face. She was already beginning to regret coming here. How had they convinced her again? Oh, yes: Wally had claimed he was going to throw a pillow at the Dark Knight. How could she miss the scene?

"Gotcha!" Artemis looked angrily at the acrobat. She then took a pillow from the one of the neatly piled stacks and threw it with incredible accuracy at the hacker's head. The pillow met its target and broke, spilling tens of feathers onto the perfectly cleaned floor. The Boy Wonder grinned, a pillow ready in his hand. "Thought this was a game for kids."

"It still is." The archer said, arms folded and shoulders back in a determined stance. Robin simply shrugged.

"We'll see." He muttered, a wide grin on his face. "The fun's just starting."

Miss Martian was laughing as she tried to hit a smiling (surprisingly so) Superboy with the six pillows she held in her newly formed six arms. Aqualad was pillow fighting with Black Canary, both of them treating the pillows as if they were some sort of sword and striking with grace and tactic. Wonder Woman and Superman were pillow fighting in another corner and Green Arrow was attempting to block the throws of both speedsters (who had come to form a team). Artemis rushed to her mentor's aid, leaving Robin to lurk around the room in silence, awaiting to take his next victim by surprise. The infamous Dark Knight, in the meanwhile, was standing at the very centre of the room, his eyes watchful of all movement and his rigid posture clearly showing his determination to remain out of the game.

Wally, sadly, was also determined. Determined to keep his word and attempt to get the Batman into the game, that is. So it was that the redhead grabbed a nearby pillow and ran at the Dark Knight with super-speed. He thought his speed would give him an advantage. The Batman was not, after all, a speedster, and therefore should have been unable to dodge the blow in time. What Wally had forgotten, much to his misfortune, was that Batman, the detective that he was, had deduced Wally's movement long before it was attempted. The redhead had no time to change tactics as a strong, gloved hand grabbed at the pillow he was just about to bring down onto the Dark Knight. All the players in the room had suddenly fallen silent. Emerald eyes were filled with utter fear as they reluctantly made their way to the older hero's gaze, only to be met by what Wally would later describe as the deadliest of Bat-glares.

It was the sight of the shocked heroes standing motionless that greeted Red Arrow as he opened the large doors leading to the room. When he got enough time to register his surroundings, the former protégé spotted a horrified Kid Flash as he stared, perplexed, at the Caped Crusader. The tension in the room was unsettling and no one seemed to have noticed his arrival.

"Have I missed something?" Roy couldn't help but smirk at the sight. All heads in the room turned to him, Wally looking the most relieved of all by the timely (if one could call it that) arrival. It was now time, it seemed, for Green Arrow to panic. His expression changed from one of slight relief at the ease of tension to that of utter horror.

"Not again." His voice was inaudible to all but Superman and Superboy. Aquaman, Miss Martian and Superboy were confused by Red Arrow's sudden arrival at his former mentor's house, while Robin, Kid Flash and the Leaguers wore knowing expressions. Black Canary gave Green Arrow a sympathetic look and Robin worked hard to fight the urge to laugh.

What the three less-experienced-in-pillow-fights teens were most shocked about was Roy's choice to take part in the game. Why would Red Arrow, after all, want to do such thing? And why at his former mentor's house? Their questions were not left unanswered for long. Roy grabbed at a pillow and charged at his mentor, throwing the pillow midway. The pillow, unsurprisingly, made its way gracefully to its target, knocking Ollie off balance. It was not long before more pillows followed suit, many of them breaking upon contact with Green Arrow, sending their soft content onto his costume. Red Arrow grinned: if there was any game he could tolerate playing, it was pillow fight.

Not long after, the rest of the players got back to their own matches, sending hundreds of snow white feathers into the air. It gradually became hard for the players to see through all the feathers.

It was because of this, Superboy would later say, that his pillow, originally intended for Miss Martian, made contact with a broad chest and sent feathers flying over the red emblem. The Boy of Steel hesitantly looked up to meet the blue eyes of none other than the Man of Steel himself. The two looked at one another for what seemed like ages as the fighting around them continued, both wearing the same unreadable expressions. It was then that Superman did the unexpected: he smiled and returned Superboy's blow with one of his own. Before long, the two were laughing as they bombarded one another with pillows, letting their powers freely flow through their limbs as they "attacked".

Since the previous "incident", all players had decided to stay a good five meters away from the Caped Crusader. Robin, it seemed, had other plans. His signature laugh echoed the walls and all heads turned as the Boy Wonder, who had somehow ended up in the air, a pillow held in his outstretched hands, fell directly in Batman's direction. Time seemed to slow down as the rest of the heroes watched the young hacker flying toward his mentor, pillow still outstretched and heading in the direction of the Dark Knight's head.

Surprisingly, Batman made no attempt to block the blow. Robin's pillow found its target and broke, sending snow white feathers onto his pitch black cape. The sight would have been comical had the audience not been more worried about the Dark Knight's reaction. The World's Greatest Detective, however, simply looked down upon his ward, his expression seemingly static. To all, that is, except the Boy Wonder, who could clearly recognise his mentor's smile by the ever so slightly uplifted corners of his mouth, and returned it with a grin of his own. Kid Flash, in the meanwhile, wondered how unfair it was that Robin was not receiving the same Bat-glare that he had.

As the silence in the room grew deafening, Black Canary decided to step in to action.

"Who's up for dinner?" A chorus of nods (and a grunt, in Superboy's case) greeted the heroine's question. No one, it seemed, had noticed the friendly game Superboy and Superman had shared. Before exiting the room, they both looked at one another in a silent agreement that they would tell no one of this for the time being.

Before the heroes made their way to the dining room, they rescued a very exhausted Green Arrow who had, somehow, been buried under an enormous pile of pillows. Red Arrow was standing next to the pile, smirking as Superman helped his former mentor stand.

The long table was laden with all varieties of food. Kid Flash and the Flash had not yet sat down on their chairs as they began to mercilessly attack the food piles. The rest of the heroes were quiet as they had their own dinner. That was, of course, due to the presence of the Dark Knight, for the rest of the heroes were all but eager to recall several events in the pillow fight they had found particularly humorous. Having finished their food, all the heroes thanked Green Arrow and returned to their own cities, Red Arrow fully satisfied by his part in the game.

"Can't believe they think you don't enjoy these types of things!" Robin's energetic voice bounced off the walls of the Bat-cave. Bruce was sitting, his cowl back, in front of the computer, his eyes scanning the endless flow of words that appeared on the large screen.

"Can't see why you think I do." He said, his eyes still focused on the digital screen.

"C'mon, you're gonna tell me you didn't enjoy scaring Ollie and Wally like that?" Bruce didn't respond, but the faintest of smiles formed on his lips. "I'll take that as a yes."