Someone (a lot of some ones, actually) asked for fluff and bonding, and possibly Bruce and the team-Well. Bruce is furious and the team are off limits. Soooo, (haha sorry, I basically set up a situation where I couldn't fit all of the requests into one, gah) have some fluff!
Jerra punched the wall multiple times and kicked things at random. She couldn't tell what with the tears blocking her view. "I ruined it," she sniffled. A tap on her window made her jolt up and spring at the offender. "...What do you want?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"To make it up to you." Dick smiled bitterly. "Since it is, in fact, all my fault." He cut her off. "No time for chivalry, Jerra. I did it. End of discussion. Why don't we take the next few weeks to enjoy being normal, if that is our curse?"
"If there's no way to reverse it, then yeah-" She glared at him wryly. "Did you just ask me out?"
"Reverse is such a weird word, isn't it?" Dick said, "I mean, we don't say 'let's verse this!' do we?"
"Don't change the subject on me, Grayson!"
"Subject, what's the opposite?"
"Reject?" He smirked. "Ack, no changing subject!" Jerra scoffed. "And nice boots, hotshot."
He looked down to see his Robin uniform shoes beneath his jeans. "Ah, well."
"Now, get the heck out of my room, you perverted troll, knock on the front door to allow my Grandpa some peace of mind that not everything I do is behind his back." She shoved him forcefully towards the window.
"You're still wearing your gloves, by the way," he grinned.
"Shut up!" She smacked him upside the head.
"Jeez, Jerra, stop hitting on me," he cackled. She growled, but it turned into a giggle and she smacked him again. They were soon laughing hysterically, throwing light punches. That's when the door opened.
"Eh hem."
Jerra turned innocently, holding Grayson in a headlock, her fist making contact with his right eye. He kicked her leg from behind. She slapped him.
"I just wanted to make sure our two young heroes were where they were supposed to be," Alfred said smoothly, suppressing a smile.
Jerra's grandfather looked extremely unimpressed. "Well, I might as well just cement the door to stop the draft. Two thirds of the people regularly in the house use a second-story window."
Jerra grinned with a laugh and released Richard.
"Master Richard," Alfred began. "I must insist you return home. You are not allowed to be Robin."
"Oh, the things I never thought I'd hear." Grandpa muttered. He sighed at the boy's unwillingness to answer and said, "Oh, alright. We have a guest room, you know. Or, would you rather sleep in the attic? Or maybe the basement. Heck, it wouldn't surprise me if you hung upside down in the garage."
Dick grinned. "If you're serious on the offer, then thank you, sir."
Alfred sighed. "Well. In that case, Master Nightingale, would you allow me to provide food? I brought a few of their favorites in case I had to catch them."
Grandpa burst into a chuckle. "Picturing that brightened my day," he grinned. "Here, I'll help." The two adults went on their way.
"I'll get the bed stuff!" Jerra chirped.
"I'll stand here and be useless while you do my bidding," Dick grinned as she dragged him behind her.
"Yeah, keep hoping, buddy."
The four of them were sitting around a table, eating cookies and other assorted goodies. "I love you, Alfred," Jerra grinned.
"Now I understand why you prefer eating dinner there." Her grandfather loaded his spoon and shoved a good portion into his mouth.
"Grandpa's version of gourmet comes in a microwavable cup." Jerra whispered. Dick suppressed a smile.
"Can we go out and be normal?" He asked loudly. Both adults looked at him blankly. "I haven't been downtown without a cape in forever." Jerra nodded vigorously. The two grinned when Grandpa and Alfred sighed.
"...What...are...you doing?" Artemis skidded to a halt. Kaldur tilted his head.
Megan shrieked a giggle and floated closer, spewing comments. "Ohmigoshthat'ssocute!"
Robin grinned, sunglasses on, even though it was past dark.
"...Batman told us you were being punished." Artemis said blandly. "I wish I was punished like this."
"Did he tell you why?" Jerra asked.
"No." Conner said. "And I suppose we'll never find out."
"Never," Robin grinned.
"So," Artemis said offhandedly, "What are you doing?"
Robin, dressed in his civilian attire, gestured to the picnic setting. "Obviously, we're on a date." The team was silent for a moment.
"You could've made him do so much better," Artemis muttered to Jerra.
"I know." Jerra glanced over to the boy. "We packed extra. Wally?" The speedster suddenly appeared, holding a sandwich.
"Man, these are good." He said, mouth full. Artemis rolled her eyes.
"You picked this location to run into us," Kaldur said.
"Yeap," Jerra confirmed. "We're not allowed at Mount Justice for a while."
"What did you do?" Megan asked, worried.
The two exchanged a grin. "What did he say?"
"He was furious," Wally munched. "Well, more furious than usual. It was scary."
The two cracked grins. "Tell 'em?" Jerra asked.
"We stole the Batmobile," Robin shrugged, crossing his legs.
"You did WHAT?" They yelled in unison.
"Oh, please, it was totally all you." Jerra flicked her hair out of her face.
"Oh my god," Artemis muttered. "And he didn't kill you?"
"Didn't have to," Jerra grinned. "We also might have wrecked it."
Robin and Tempus began laughing hysterically. "We were so dead," Robin agreed.
"Why aren't you?" Wally asked, dumbfounded.
"Oh, come on, we were scared to death, hurt, and about to have mental breakdowns. Plus, someone tried to murder us. He does have a heart, you know," Jerra gave them a wry look.
"And yeah, we learned our lesson the second we realized what happened. This is just a...well-meant vacation."
"Okay then," Conner cleared his throat. "We should get back to the mission."
"Yeah," Jerra agreed, leaning back. "Have fun." The team cautiously left, as if this was all a prank and they'd rip off their clothes to reveal suits. But they just smiled and waved.
"Team, move!"
Jerra and Dick made it about ten seconds before they burst out laughing.
"Ohmigod," Jerra grinned. "This is too good." They settled down after a moment. "Well, Kid Tapeworm ate our entire picnic." Jerra sighed. "And I really don't feel like getting up." Robin grinned at her evilly, which made Jerra almost throw the last sandwich at him. "I don't trust that grin."
"That's pretty smart of you, Jerra."
"You never changed out of the boots."
"You never took off the gloves."
"What should we do next, Boy Wonder?"
Dick pretended to think for a moment. "I dunno. Maybe go hack an international cyber program?"
"Boring," Jerra scoffed.
"We could blow up downtown Gotham." They exchanged a dangerous look. "I was kidding." He reassured. Jerra let go of the breath she was holding. "Oh! I've got the perfect idea," he grinned again, grabbing her hand and hauling her to her feet. "And you, my dear Tempus, will just have to find out."