A/N: Whee~ Redmissy100, this is for you! Your review made me extremely happy (and I'm glad you caught the reference last chapter hahah) and I decided to write this! I might not write all of the missing dates. Depends on how busy I am. This was made so I had more time to write Black Falcon. At this rate, I'll be posting a bunch of these because I'm on a writer's block. .w. Enjoy~!

GOTHAM CITY
JULY 10, 2010
09:12 EDT

I rolled my shoulders back, and grimaced at how they popped lightly. Having a stakeout for Selena Gonzalez was fine, but then Black Spider and Hook had surprisingly good teamwork. If we were gonna be on a team together, we all needed some formations so I don't get thrown at Kaldur again.

"Hey," Dick greeted me, plopping down on the couch next to me. "Sore?"

"Tied up and dangled from the ceiling does that," I responded. I reached for the remote on the coffee table and threw it behind me at him.

He caught it easily and began to flip through the channels. "Bruce is on TV again," Dick commented. He frowned. "Charity event? Aw man! Another stuck-up party?"

"What else is new?" I muttered. "You want some snacks?"

Dick arched an eyebrow. "We just had breakfast."

"I burn calories quickly," I responded. "Besides, when has that stopped you?"

Dick shrugged, nodding his head. "True. Make me a sandwich?" He grinned at me.

"Just 'cause I'm female?" I joked back, standing up.

"I asked," Dick replied. "Not like I told you." I smiled and went to the kitchen.

Alfred was doing the dishes and I smiled at him. "Any way I could be of assistance, Miss Verena?" Alfred asked politely from the sink.

"No need, Alfie," I responded, opening the fridge. "Just making some sandwiches."

"Would you and Master Dick like cookies?" Alfred asked. "I bought ingredients for butter crunch yesterday."

I peered over the door and looked at him with wide eyes. "Will you?" I asked, feeling much like a kid.

Alfred smiled kindly. "Of course. They'll be ready in an hour then if that's fine."

"Yay!" I grinned, before pulling out the necessary ingredients to whip up a mean turkey sandwich. When I finished, Alfred took the little mess I made and cleaned it up. Oh, bless his soul.

"You're the best, Alfred!" I cried before skipping back to the TV room happily.

"I'm not the best?" Dick asked, turning from the TV to me as I approached him.

"He's making butter crunch cookies and cleans after me. Of course he's the best. I don't see you doing that for me," I retorted, walking closer to him. "A woman would happily fall for him."

I felt a tug at my feet and suddenly, I came flying forward. I stretched out my plate and caught the flying sandwiches and then landed with a slight oomph.

"Well," Dick chuckled from above me. "I don't need to do those things to have women fall on me with food." For emphasis, he grabbed a sandwich and took a hearty bite out of it. "Mhmmmmm!"

I blushed and scrambled up quickly. I smacked him on the shoulder before plopping myself beside him, turning to watch whatever he was watching.

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