A.N. So this is mildly filler isn't but I actually have a plot kind of outlined for this story now so you might actually get some updates a bit quicker plus I discovered I can update on the app so I don't have to fight my laptop. M for crude language and mildly sexual themes but guys remember there's a 7 year old present so be on your best behaviour- looking at you Dick and Zatanna- also I don't own young justice bc if I did it would never have been cancelled.

With Lian being looked after by my questionably capable friends I go to my room to get changed. I look at my overflowing briefcase on my desk and sigh, I might have the next few days off but I should probably sort out my paperwork it's getting a bit out of control. I pull on a pair of sweats and a jumper feeling a little bit chilly after my unexpected dip in the bath. I get changed and go back to the lounge quickly, but end up walking straight into Wally's chest.

"Oh, erm, hi?" He says awkwardly, still looking rather damp. His thin dark green t-shirt clings to him, showing the physique I didn't really get the time to admire this morning. What a tragedy.

"Hey Arty, my eyes are up here." He tells me snapping me back to reality not the sexually deviant place my mind seems to be going.

I clear my throat, "Do you, erm, Want to borrow some of Dick's clothes? You're going to get the couch wet." My inner perv is praying he says yes so I can drag him back into a bedroom and make memories that I don't recall from last night.

" I think I'm actually going to head home, it's getting late, I've got the early shift at work."

"Work?" I enquire trying to quiet my inner perv who is screaming at me to kiss him and stop being such a wuss when we did a lot more than kiss last night.

He smiles, "yeah you know that thing people do to get money?"

"I know what work is!" I exclaim exasperatedly, like he could forget that I ditched him just this morning because of it. "I just meant what do you do?"

"Oh I'm a mechanical engineer for Wayne enterprises. Just started."

"That explains the move."

"Nah, the move was happening before I got the job, my apartment belongs to my aunt, she just had a kid and wanted to life in the suburbs, she's in a way my landlady."

I nod, makes sense I know engineers can make a decent amount of money at Wayne tech, but this building is out of most people's price range, the only reason I live here is because Zatanna doesn't want to deal with letting the place out to a stranger or paying a house sitter when she's on tour. In return I pay the electric, water and gas bill, seeing as I'm the one who's here most of the time. I'm pretty sure I get the better end of true deal here, I live in a 10 million dollar penthouse for a couple hundred dollars a month, I spend less on bills than I would renting an apartment which means I can save or spend excessive amounts of money on luxuries which I don't because I will forever have the habits of someone who grew up poor.

I walk Wally to the door chatting easily, talking to him just seems so natural, despite the pull of attraction I feel towards him which usually makes everything uncomfortable .

"So..." He says as we reach the elevator door.

"So..." I tease aware of the sudden awkwardness as we've reached the doors. Do I continue with what was happening in he bathroom? Do I wish him goodnight? Do I drag him back into my room for a second night in a row? Shut up inner perv.

He chuckles nervously, "This would normally be the part when I ask you out, but I feel like you've got enough on your plate without adding me into the mix. But you've got my number and I live downstairs, if you ever want to go out some time... well you know where I am." The tips of his ears flush red, and he fumbles for the button.

I let the silence hang for a moment, processing his words. My sister officially sucks.

The doors ping, I quickly peck him on the cheek, "I'll call you."

He grins, stepping into the elevator. "I'm counting on it." He says pressing the button winking at me as it closes having regained some confidence from my response.

"Damn he is fine." Kaldur announces from behind me, making me jump.

"Jesus. Kaldur!"

He chuckles, "Sorry, I too must be making a move Artemis." He says with Dick carrying four of the large boxes behind him and a clothing rack being dragged by Zatanna. Kaldur isn't carrying anything but his bag with the scanner in to add the items to my account.

I look in dismay, if this is all he has left of the stuff he bought I shudder to think of the bill even after his discount as a personal shopper and brand designer.

"There are a few bits Lian didn't get round to trying on so I've left a rack in the lounge."

"Thank you for doing all this, you didn't have to bring me the entirety of Barneys."

"Anything for you 'mis, you got me out of that libel case, and that plagiarism case, and also that intellectual property theft situation."

Zatanna looks in shock, "You know Kaldur for someone so straightlaced you seem to get in an awful lot of trouble."

He looks sheepish at Zatanna's comment, "It's mostly Roy's fault, as head of the brand I take the hits that are lined up for him. I swear sometimes it's like there's two of him. He's definitely enough trouble." He half complains half jokes.

Dick laughs at that almost dropping the boxes, "Well he was misdiagnosed as having a split personality back when he was on drugs." Dick's bad joke makes light of what really was an awful time for Kaldur.

Roy's his boyfriend/business partner, he was adopted at 11 by the same man that paid for my college tuition. Roy started modelling at 14 after one of Ollie's flings needed someone for a shoot and fell in love with it. This then led into the party lifestyle that had become synonymous with the name Queen and had been the reason for Roy's nickname Speedy, which no wasn't because he was fast. Roy and Kaldur had been on again off again for the last 10 years, with Roy's problems coming between them more than either of them cared to admit. Roy technically has been clean for 6 years but the after effects of his addiction still lingered.

Kaldur rolls his eyes at Dick, "Call if you need anything. I've spent enough time with Garth and Tula's kids and I can ask them for any advice if you need it." He tells me ernestly. Kal loves kids and probably would have adopted some by now if it weren't for all of Roy's issues. "Oh and Arty?" He calls behind him stepping into the elevator.

"Yeah."

"Go on a date with that delicious boy." And with that the doors close dramatically. What is it with my male friends and their incredible timing.

I stare for a second before Zatanna says, "My God that boy should join me on stage one day because he has some fine stage presence."

I facepalm.

"Zatanna, go to bed."

Dick cackles at his girlfriend's pout.

I glare at him, "You too Richard."

"But mooooommmm."

I sigh at walk away leaving the two of them to get drunk in the sitting room. Today feels like it's taken forever.

I collapse on my bed and the next second it's morning what the fuck even is time.

I'm woken by the smoke alarm chirping wildly which can only mean one thing, Zatanna and Dick are trying to cook pancakes. I stumble out of my warm bed into the chaos of be kitchen.

I enter the kitchen and what I see puts me into a state of shock. It's going to need a professional cleaner to sort this, how the fuck did they get flour on the ceiling and egg on a bar stool? Why have they even got the never before used pasta maker out?

I rub my eyes in disbelief at the sight of Dick and Zee. I don't think I've ever seen either of them that messy but then again I've never walked in on them having sex on the kitchen counter having forgotten about the blackening pancakes on the hob and in the middle of cooking. I'm pretty sure I've now walked in on them doing it in every part of the apartment.

"Guys, there's a 7 year old living here now can you please not do that where we eat? God are you some sort of sexual deviants."

Dick looks up like a deer in the headlights, they've finally come back down to Earth. Dick has flour claw marks down his chest along eggshells in his hair, Zatanna is half lying half sitting on the counter having knocked over he bottle of vanilla essence on the counter which explains why the kitchen smells like the pillsbury doughboys butthole.

"We can totally explain." Dick starts, but I hold up my hand.

"I think I can put two and two together but I really don't want to have to explain the birds and the bees to my niece so could you maybe just maybe put it away for five minutes?"

Zatanna sits up sheepishly revealing that she had been lying on a whole carton of eggs.

"So anyone wanna go to IHOP?" She asks betting her eyes innocently, silently pulling on her silk robe, as if she hadn't just been shagging ferociously on the kitchen counter.

I hold up my hands in surrender and leave. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to eat pancakes again.