Summary: Sorta-Chalant fluff mixed with Alfred/Dick bonding. Takes place during S1 Ep 22, so Thanksgiving time.

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Most people had Thanksgiving dinners, not lunches. However, the League had their annual induction meeting later today, and Bruce wasn't sure they would be back in time for a proper dinner. And so, they had invited Superman over for a quick meal before heading over to the Watchtower, at which point Dick would be forced to help Alfred with cleanup. That was what brought the Dynamic Duo and their ever-faithful butler waiting at the dinner table for Uncle Clark to show up.

"How can one of the fastest beings in existence be this late?" Dick snickered in agreement. Uncle Clark wasn't always the most punctual person, even with superspeed and flight. Alfred went to answer the door a few minutes later, and brought the Man of Steel to the dining hall.

"Sorry I'm late, Lois needed me for some things." Bruce huffed before they got started with lunch. It had been a while since Dick and Clark had spent actual time together, and he had several things he wanted to talk to Clark about.

"Hey Uncle Clark, I, uh, I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"D-did you wanna, y'know, get to know Superboy?" Clark choked on his food for a minute before regaining his composure. "He'd really like to spend time with you. Dude sorta idolizes you."

"Uh...it's, uh, it's complicated." Bruce scoffed before Clark slightly glared at him. "I'm still trying to figure out how to talk to him, given the strange circumstances involving his creation. Now, can we please drop this for now?" Dick nodded. Clark was clearly uncomfortable with discussing Connor, which he understood to a certain degree. It was pretty weird given that Connor was made by the bad guys with stolen DNA and the intent to kill and replace Clark. But that's not who he was, and Clark should give him a chance to prove it.

Lunch went by relatively quickly, with Bruce and Clark discussing the upcoming meeting with the League and Dick just trying to process what they were saying. Eventually, they had to Zeta away, and so Dick was stuck with Alfred on cleanup duty. "Ugh, couldn't the World's Finest have at least washed their own plates?"

"Now you know what I feel whenever you and Master Bruce go galloping away to your nightly escapades, Master Dick." Dammit. He's got a point. Dick got to work with washing the plates, and Alfred smirked as he watched. He and Dick hadn't gotten to spend much time together recently either, since Dick was always with his friends in the team. However, Bruce always let him in on what was going on with the team, and Alfred was very much aware of many things in Dick's life. Including his attraction to a certain magician.

"So, Master Dick, I take it Miss Zatanna enjoyed her birthday celebration a few days ago?"

"Y-yeah. I-I think so."

"Well, it was very admirable of you to have gone out of your way to bake her a cake for her special day, young Master. Especially since you had me bake the cakes for your other teammate's birthdays. However, I can't help but wonder what your true intentions with Miss Zatanna are." Dick started to sputter.

"Wh-wh-what d-do you m-mean?" Alfred smirked.

"You know, it is about time you met a nice young woman, Master Dick. If I recall correctly, Master Bruce was far younger than you when he started to notice the opposite gender. I only hope you handle it better than he does. You know how the Master used to be with women. Thank the lord he became more...dedicated to Miss Diana once they became a pair." Dick turned beet red as he realized what Alfred was talking about. D-does h-he think me and Zee are...

"Z-Z-Zatanna and I are j-just friends, Al. P-promise!"

"Well, I might be more inclined to believe that were it not for your eagerness to please her at every opportunity."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Master Dick, you should know that Master Bruce and I often review cave security tapes together. I have seen the shenanigans you have gotten yourself into when attempting to impress the young Miss." Dick coughed as he realized what Alfred was referring to. A few days before her birthday, he may have noticed her watching him as he practiced his acrobatics in the training room, and he may have tried to perform excessively complex maneuvers to show off to her, which may have resulted in him landing face-first on the padded floor right in front of her. He just wasn't aware that Alfred and Bruce were watching. Though it did explain why Bruce seemed so amused that night when Dick got back. Thank god our personal rooms don't have cameras, cuz if Bruce and Al looked into Megan or Connor's rooms at night, I have a feeling they would REALLY not be turbed by what they would see. "Not to mention the fact that you are uncharacteristically nervous and rather...distracted around the young lady. If I may offer some advice, it is not in good manners for you to be staring at Miss Zatanna's...lower half as much as you do. I believe I taught you to be a gentleman, Master Dick. You are very lucky nobody else has noticed." Dick was practically on fire with how hot his face had gotten at this point. OKAY, I REALLY GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!

"Uh, g-g-gotta g-go Al! T-team stuff. I'll s-see you l-l-later!" Dick practically sprinted down to the Batcave to get away from the butler, who chuckled as he got back to cleaning duty. He leapt into the Zeta tubes to get out of the Manor. God, I hate it when he starts to have fun with me. I-I don't STARE at Zee...that much. Dick walked into the kitchen to find Megan and...Zatanna.

"Hey guys." The others greeted him, and Dick noticed that the rest of the cave was empty, apart from Tornado walking around. He knew Wally and Arty would be with their own families, and Kaldur with his friends in Atlantis. However, Superboy was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Connor?"

"I-I don't know. He just got up and left. He said he wanted to take Wolf on a walk." Dick nodded, not really caring where he had gone so long as it wasn't dangerous. M'gann walked away to set the table up for the team's dinner later on, leaving Dick and Zatanna alone in the kitchen.

"So...how've you been?"

"G-great. I mean, it's kinda hard but I'll manage." Dick smiled. Zatanna certainly seemed more collected than she was a few weeks ago, and he was honestly impressed with how far she had come in such a short time. Then again, Thanksgiving wasn't nearly as important or special to Dick as Christmas was, and he suspected the same was true for Zatanna. The two of them stood in awkward silence as neither really knew what to say. Megan eventually called Zee away, and Dick watched as she strutted off to help M'gann set the table up. He turned red when he noticed how long he had been gazing over to her. Okay, MAYBE I do stare a bit too much. God, I really need to stop doing that!

This one was pretty short, but I didn't really know what to write here. Next chapter will be 1 more Chalant fluff (hopefully way better than this one) before a small break from it. After that is gonna be a Dick/Artemis bonding chapter, and then Dick/Megan bonding. He's not really in any episodes until the Haly's Circus one, which will be the chapter after the Dick/Megan one, because there's no way I could skip that one. After that point there will be another string of 2-3 Chalant fluffs before the final few episodes of S1. After S1 is wrapped up, I'll do just a bunch of random fluff and most of the suggestions people have been leaving, slowly leading up to him becoming Nightwing, but that's quite a ways away. I'm basically working my way through the Chapter 1 timeline really slowly, while also throwing in a ton of fluff as well as any suggestions people have. Feel free to review and leave comments or suggestions. Next chapter up soon.