THUD! BANG!

Bruce was horrified, "Stop that Dick! You need all the brain cells you can get and bashing your head won't help."

Dick rubbed his head and hands. Bruce's granite counters hurt a lot. He'd have to remember the next time he got irritated to not slam his fists, followed by his head, into the counter. "You seriously still plan on marrying a 18-year-old? Doesn't that make you feel like your robbing the cradle?"

Bruce glared at Dick. "No, it doesn't. I'm not that much older than her. Sixteen years isn't that much these days."

"You're only 16 years older than me! No way! They wouldn't let a 16-year-old adopt a kid."

"I wasn't 16 at the time, you were 12, which made me 28. Now you are almost 18 and I'm 34."

"My age! She's my age! I'm like your son and you are marrying a girl MY age!"

"Dick, you are over reacting. I wanted to tell you so that you could celebrate with me, not so you could give your approval or disapproval as the case may be."

"So you mean–" BEEP! BEEP! "Arg!" he pulled out his communicator, thought about pointing at Bruce, and pointed it at the stove, "WHAT! Why do you keep bothering me?" he roared. "How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before you get the picture!"

"Don't you dare yell at me."

"Raven?" he asked, softening his tone at the sound of her voice.

"Cyborg, Beast Boy and I have decided that you owe Starfire and apology."

"For what?"

"She has been sitting here crying ever since you told her to leave you alone, and honestly we're quite annoy . . . er, ashamed of your behavior."

His mouth dropped, Raven was treating him like a child. " I'm sorry you have to hear it, but I told all of you yesterday that I was busy. Besides that, she called to ask about BB's bed liner!"

Beast Boy grabbed the communicator from Raven, "What are you talking about? What bed liner?"

Raven thumped Beast Boy on the head, and Cyborg took the communicator. "Yeah, I never got to tell you that I was just messing about the whole bed liner thing."

"I don't CARE!" Robin yelled, his voice and anger rising with the disappearance of Raven's voice. The absence of her emotionless voice released his control allowing him to rage on. A wail of Stars came through making Robin and Bruce cringe.

"Apologize, NOW! Make sure to include that you do not hate her and do not want her to leave," Raven's monotone voice showed that she, once again, was the one who wielded the communicator.

"But–"

"NOW."

Raven placed the communicator in front of Star and flicked her nose to get her attention. "Robin has something to say to you."

Star focused intently on her connection to Robin, who forced out the words, "I don't hate you, and I don't want you to leave the team."

Starfire squealed with glee, Robin's love for her was restored in her own mind.

"Robin, that apology sounded so deep, and heartfelt."

Raven's words made Robin smile, but he quickly hid it at a chuckle from Bruce. "Uh, I gotta go Raven, talk to you later."

Raven shut off the communicator and faced the other titans. "Where do you think Robin is?" She was determined to find out whatever secret Robin had that he thought he could keep from them.

BB burst like a balloon, "It looked like he was in the coolest kitchen ever! It had a model . . ." rambling on as Cyborg joined. "Hot of the shelf technology . . . tv above the stove was barely noticeable. The electronics . . ." They joined together for a moment, ". . . they've gotta be soooo rich." After their one unison moment they again split babbling on about the little corner they saw.

Bruce fell off the counter laughing as Dick shut off his communicator.

"What's so funny?" Dick glared.

"I may be getting married but you act like you're married." Bruce then entered another fit of laughter.

Dick turned red, "What do you mean by that?"

"Isn't the leader suppose to give the commands? You don't even listen to me when I ask you to shower, but she tells you to apologize and you hop to."

Dick gave bright red a new meaning, his face nearly bursting with embarrassment. "It . . . um . . . wasn't because she said to it was because–"

"Because why?"

"Er . . . I felt bad for . . ." Dick shut his mouth.

"Are you going to tell me?"

"Shouldn't Alfred be back by now? He's been gone since last night."

"Want to change the subject? Oh well, I'll let you because I'd hate to see you burst with embarrassment. Onto your subject, Alfred got back a long time ago. He arrived during your first attempt to scream me into canceling my wedding. I was going to tell you he brought your clothes in but you just looked so funny in mine."

"Oh . . ."

There was along silence.

"Master Bruce, Master Dick, would you like some breakfast?"

"No thanks, I've got to go to work. Dick, get some sleep before I get home. If you're going to try and convince me of something you should probably be at your best."

Dick yawned, "Fine, I guess we'll have to finish our conversation when you get home."

"Conversation? I guess you could call it that . . ." Bruce remarked as he left.

"So how did he take it?"

"Honestly Barbara, I don't think it could have been worse. He was screaming all night, purely on the subject of our age difference, and he wants to continue our "conversation" when I get home."

Bruce allowed his eyes to wander around his office, he desperately wanted to go to sleep, but he knew his schedule wouldn't allow it.

"Bruce, it couldn't have been that bad."

He smiled, "You'd be surprised. When was the last time you hear him scream? Three years ago, maybe more? It's not as high pitched but it's much louder."

Barbara giggled, "You old bat! He couldn't have been that upset."

"You don't believe me? Sneak into my house tonight and see, or hear, for yourself. Hey, with how loud he is, you might not even have to come into the house to hear it!"

"Okay, okay. Well I guess I'll see you tonight then. Bye!" She kissed Bruce on the cheek and left him to his work.