A/N- This one is about the annoyance that is Facebook notifications. (I would have posted sooner, but I was on vacation, and the only computer available was my brother's, but it was missing a few keys.)

"Happy Birthday, Wally." Dick said as his face appeared on Wally's computer screen. He looked exhaustion, but that was expected after a fifteen hours on a plane. This was one of the few times that Wally wasn't jealous of his friend's money.

"Thanks." He replied automatically.

'Did you like your present?" Dick questioned.

"Of course." He said, and his eyes went to his bed side table where his new Flash comic book was. It wasn't even on the market yet, and how Dick managed to get a hold of it, was beyond him.

"Sorry, I couldn't be there." He apologized for the third time. Ever since the boy wonder had discovered that he wouldn't be able to come to Wally's birthday celebration, he had been apologizing constantly.

"Dick, I swear if you apologize one more time, I will hang up on you." He threatened. He really wasn't planning on hanging up on his friend. It was bad enough that he had been forced to go to some boring business retreat with Bruce. Not only that, but it was a miracle in itself that he could find an internet connection strong enough for him to Skype at all.

"How did dinner with your family go?" Dick asked. He slurred his words a little, and he looked ready to collapse. Poor kid.

"It was normal." At his response, Dick eyed him curiously.

"Normal?"

"Well as normal as you can get at the West residence." He finally admitted.

"So, you and your Uncle ate all the cake, and got into a miniature food fight." It was sort of scary how he did that.

"You left out the part about us getting chased out of the house by Aunt Iris."

"Are you serious?" Dick laughed.

"Yeah. She could have made most of the league run for their mommies." He chuckled, thinking back to how his Aunt looked when she chased after them wielding a broom.

"Your Aunt rocks."

"I can't argue with you there." Dick smiled wearily and he fidgeted a little. Then his face got bigger as he leaned closer to the screen, and he propped his elbows on the table.

"Dude, are you okay? You look like you're about to drop."

"I'm fine." He said as he stifled a yawn.

"Liar."

"I'm tired, but I can't sleep."

"So, what are you going to do all night?"

"Don't know. Post random things on Facebook, stare at the ceiling, or play PAC-MAN." Dick listed, and he rested his head in his hands.

"Facebook seems like the best option. It can keep you occupied for hours." He suggested.

"Well, I guess that could work. I normally don't use Facebook all that often." It was starting to get difficult to understand him.

"I use it occasionally. It's addictive."

"How so?"

"I really can't explain it. The only reason I'm not completely obsessed with it is because of the notification feature."

"That thing where it sends you a notice every time somebody does something concerning your profile?"

"Yeah, it drives me insane."

"Why don't you disable it?"

"Because it's useful to some degree."

"So, I should send you notifications?" Dick asked mischievously.

"Yes, that's exactly what you should do." He replied sarcastically, "Hey, do you think you could hang on for a minute, while I run out for a pizza? It won't take two minutes." He was starving. Sometimes his metabolism sucked.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Be back in a flash!" He said quickly and he took off.

"I'm back!" He yelled, as he entered his room, pizza in hand.

The sight he was greeted with was his computer showing an image of his friend fast asleep in front of his lap top, and his iPhone glowing with a message on its screen.

He grinned at his sleeping best friend and made his way over to his iPhone. He set the pizza down on his desk and wiped his hands on his jeans to get rid of the pizza grease.

The message was simple enough. It read 'Dick Grayson likes your post: "I love how people always take someone's glasses and say "Wow, you really can't see." However, they don't take someone's wheelchair and say "Wow, you really can't walk." People are...'

He couldn't help chuckle. Of course, Dick couldn't resist sending one notification. So, he dragged his finger slowly across the screen to get rid of the notice and...

"HOLY FIFTY-SIX NOTIFICATIONS BATMAN!"

A/N- Yes, they did actually say that. It was fantastic! (I know this isn't one of the funniest, but it amused me. Deal with it.) Please, leave a review.