"mmmmmmm.... Alfred's Cookies and Tim's half naked. All is right in the world. I'm just tho happy!" Nightwing said, his false lisp swinging clear through the tent as he unsnapped his other gauntlet.

"Do you have any idea how revolting it is to see Robin not wearing a shirt with Batgirl groping him ?"

"What, you mean you never looked into your mirror at Gotham University ?" Oracle's voice came floating out. Nightwing snorted in defeat.

"That's very uncute of you, Dickie" Oracle continued.

"Just how many camera's do you have watching me anyway ?"

" At a minimum ? 5. 17 in your shower"

"You only have to ask"

"I did. You installed 13 through 17 when you were drunk."

At this point in time, Tim and Cassandra had taken to exchanging glances and looking back at Nightwing, who was stuttering with an open mouth.

"And keep your mouth closed when you chew"

and spraying cookie crumbs everywhere. Dicks mouth shut. He snorted again, and chewed his cookies with a vengeful malice. Cassandra looked at Tim, who had been staring straight forward as she leaned over him, and shrugged with a smirk.

Tim had been trained by Nightwing on the art of flying and all things rooftop, so he didn't mind the fact that she was upside down one bit. Especially not when she continued to grope him oh so wonderfully.

"Tim. Stop letting yourself be molested by Cassandra. Cassie, don't feel Robin up when he's in the costume."

"But not in Costume" Cassandra stated simply.

"Cassie. He could be but naked except for the mask. He'd still be in costume."

"Sounds good" Batgirl stated simply. Robin, who had by this point realized he was on video tape which would no doubt be shown to Stephanie if he ever did anything stupid to Young Justice, the titans, are anyone else in his 'Community', decided to do the only sensible thing that came to mind.

WHAM

"Hey! Little Bro is already to the point of banging his head in frustration concerning girls of our nature"

WHAM

"Robin." The voice commanded. Tim's head hung in mid-air, halfway back down to the table.

Nightwing's mouth hung open as he was about to stuff another cookie into it.

Cassandra looked around. She jumped across the room and had given Tim half the cookie before she herself finished chewing and swallowing the chocolate-strewn morsel.

"Me or him?" Nightwing asked, serious.

"Robin" Batman repeated again.

"Yes sir?" Tim asked, vaguely.

"Knowing females, you will undoubtedly bang your head more. I suggest you do it on something other than a steel bar of your cot. Something that won't bend and can reverb most of the blow is suggested.

Nightwing nodded at this statement, chewing on another cookie. Cassandra looked puzzled, which is an understatement for Timothy.

"Yes... Sir?"

"This hard. No bend. Bouncy" Cassandra said, before placing her left hand on her right breast, rubbing up and down.

A slight drop of blood appeared out of Tim's left nostril. He blamed it on banging his head into the steel bar of his cot. He sat up and hung his head in shame.

"Ahem... She meant the kevlar plate, Timbo" Nightwing said, trying desperately to save his little brother from mortification. Cassandra would have nothing of that.

"Here" she said, before grabbing his head and slamming it in-between her breasts. She dropped his stunned form down to the cot.

He was unconscious, but with a very happy look on his masked face. Nightwing slowly finished his cookie, than, after fully removing his gloves, went to the table where Cassandra had placed Robin's red-breasted kevlar vest.

Than he proceeded to bang himself on the head with it.

" Why do they do this, Alfred ?" Batman asked, as the elderly butler walked into the tent fresh from the Mess area, where he had earned several million cooking for men who normally ate only K-type rations.

"I believe Master Timothy learned it from Master Richard, Sir" Was all the old British man said.

"Yes, but... where did Dick learn it?" Bruce (who was never Batman to the man who had seen him from Diapers onward)

"Perhaps he picked it up from one of his teachers"

"Maybe when Ollie taught him archery..."

"Or maybe when you couldn't solve the Scarecrow's formula, Mrs. Kyle was making her first appearances, and Wonder Woman was new to the world, and you broke the ping-pong table with your forehead. Master Dick was still in stay with us before officially becoming a ward. He was... I believe, 11, Sir."

"I do believe he never exhibited it until after the week in Star City with Ollie and Roy."

"I also have an impressive collection of broken TV Trays whenever you would retire to the Den to watch the latest captured footage of Catwoman"

"Must have been Roy"

"Hey! Bat-buns. Roy learned it from Dickie" Canary's voice floated into the air, as she swallowed a spoon of Chocolate Chip Mint. Off to the side, Oracle was slamming her forehead into a spare keyboard, muttering something about irresponsible boy wonders and their lifestyles.

"I Do not bang my forehead in frustration"

"Indeed not, Master Bruce. The habit outgrows itself after the age of 30. I myself used to bang my own head in concern over Lesley and those young braggarts at the medical college."

Oracle sat bolt upright.

"Only 4 more years!" She said, joyously. That's when she looked at the Camera monitoring Tim.

"So cute!" Cassandra cooed, as she pulled up the covers to Tim's neck.

Batman frowned. Well, actually, he didn't change his facial expression, but he still frowned. "Nightwing. How many opponents have we defeated this time?"

Dick looked up, the red gorget in his hand quivering from its sudden stop.

"And for that matter, how many matches have we lost?"

"We only lost to ourselves so far. 140 wins."

"That's 15 more than last time. I shall make the withdrawal tomorrow. In the meantime, pack up, and keep Lady Shiva away from Tim. Its the last thing Drake needs to have illegitimate grandchildren by an assassin. He and Dana have had enough.