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Warnings: humor, sliiiiiiiiight Dinah/Bruce at the end. :)

Friends: Pay your bail.

Best Friends: Break you out of jail.

"Dinah, what did you do?"

"Shut it, Wayne, and toss me your file."

Friends: Help you up when you fall.

Best Friends: Trip you after you get up, then laugh hysterically.

Bruce grunted as he put down the weights, wiping sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand. He took in a swig of water, and then moved towards the training room closet to get a fresh towel-

And tripped over his untied shoelaces.

"Aw, sh-"

But laughter cut him off.

Looking up from in between his black bangs, Bruce scowled when he saw Black Canary laughing at him. "I've never seen the great Dark Knight trip!" she cackled, grinning. Bruce rolled his eyes, then stood, brushing himself off.

"That's because it happens once in a blue- OOPH!"

"What's a blue ooph, Bruce?"

"I'll kill you, Dinah."

"You can't kick my butt!"

"…."

Friends: Will say that words can't hurt you.

Best Friends: Will hit you over the head with a dictionary to prove that they can.

An eight-month pregnant Dinah Lance-Queen wobbled into the Hall's entertainment room, tears in her eyes. Bruce sighed heavily. Great job, Ollie.

The woman plopped down on the couch next to Bruce and hugged a pillow to her chest, peering over his shoulder as she tried not to cry. "What- What're you reading?"

"Dictionary."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Uh-"

Bruce held up the baby-translator book, and Dinah giggled. It almost made the Dark Knight smile to see his best friend laugh. "Harper got it for me. Apparently, different coos mean different things in baby-speak, and Athena loves to talk."

Dinah rolled her eyes, and there was a long pause.

"What did Oliver say?"

"I don't know what you're-"

"Dinah."

She took in a deep breath. "Oh, it's not really his fault… I mean, I asked if I looked fat, and-"

Bruce groaned.

"Well, he didn't really say 'Yes', but- Ouch!"

Bruce had lightly rapped her on the head with the dictionary. "You're Black Canary for God's sake. You don't take any crap. Now go tell off your husband."

Dinah stood, holding her stomach with one hand. "Yeah! Oh, and Bruce-" she snapped up the dictionary and whacked him upside the head.

"OUCH!"

"Don't ever hit me with a dictionary. Ever. Again."

Friends: Take the blame.

Best Friends: Are at fault, but still blame you.

Bruce looked up from where he was at Monitor Duty. He cocked an eyebrow beneath his cowl when he saw Dinah dart into the room, very uncharacteristically. She closed the door quickly, her chest heaving as she took in deep breaths.

"What did you do?"

"I may have shaved Roy's beard while he was sleeping."

Bruce shook his head, rolling his eyes. "You're dead."

"Actually…." She chuckled uneasily.

"BRUCE ANTHONY WAYNE!"

"You didn't."

"Bye, Bats! Good luck!"

Friends: Keep a secret.

Best Friends: Post your secret on the Internet.

Batman Has Crush on Wonder Woman

"DINAH!"

Friends: Have their camera ready at opportunistic moments.

Best Friends: Create those moments.

"The big three-oh," Dinah hissed to herself with a grin. She put the washable marker in her back pocket, then whipped out her cell phone. "Happy Birthday, Bruce."

He did look pretty nice with a mustache- especially on YouTube.

"LANCE!"

Friends: Watch your kids for you.

Best Friends: Are there when your kids are born.

"Bruce Wa-augh!"

How he was stuck in the Amazon rainforest with no way out or no way of contacting help, with a pregnant teammate- scratch that. An in labor teammate.

Dinah screamed again and punched Bruce's shoulder- hard. He may have been the Dark Knight, but no one- no. one.- can stand up to the power of a pregnant woman.

"AUGH!"

Bruce felt ready to puke. "Alright…. Uh- just…. Push?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO D-oooooooh!"

The sudden crying of a newborn infant filled the jungle air, and Dinah gasped. Bruce held up a baby girl with a tuft of bright blonde hair. Looking rather pale, the Dark Knight smiled as he used one hand to pull off his cape and tear down his cowl. He rubbed the baby clean, and then wrapped her tightly in the ruined black fabric. The whole time, Dinah couldn't take her eyes off the baby.

Bruce gently set the infant on Dinah's swollen stomach, letting out a sigh of relief. It's over… Thank God…

Black Canary took the baby into her arms and rocked her back and forth, her chest still heaving as she panted to catch her breath, sweat pouring down her forehead. "Thank you, Bruce…" Her voice cracked as she let out a joyful sob. "Oh, God, Bruce… Look at her… Thank you so, so much…"

Bruce nodded, sitting back on his heels, the hot air soaking through his black suit. "What are you going to name her?"

Looking deep into the baby's face, taking in all of her features, Dinah let out a slow breath. "Oliver and I decided on Anna Maria."

Bruce smirked and moved to sit next to the blonde, rubbing his finger over Anna Maria's plump cheek. She grabbed onto his finger and cooed, cuddling it tightly.

"Alright, God-father Bruce. Get us the Hell out of here."

"Da**…."

Friends: Drop off soup when you're sick.

Best Friends: Come armed with most of Walgreens and a good chunk of Blockbuster, ready to share your misery a good week later.

Twenty-year-old Bruce Wayne sneezed and swore, shivering as he huddled down further into the couch. Alfred was in England, visiting his mother, who, frankly, Bruce was surprised was even still alive. What was she- ninety?

The door opened, and Bruce was on his feet and in a fighting stance. Then, a tall and voluptuous blonde appeared. Her arms were laden with bags, all labeled 'Walgreens', and she had several movies under her chin, trapped against her neck.

"Dinah, wha-" But a sneeze cut off the young billionaire.

Dinah kicked him down onto the couch gently, smiling as she dropped the bags on his gut.

"Ooph! Oh, you really know how to make a guy smile when he's sick."

She rolled her eyes. "Ollie's already ticked that I'm even over here, Wayne, so shut it."

She bent over to kiss his forehead, and Bruce moved away. "What the Hell are you-"

"Taking your temperature. Now shush."

She kissed his forehead, and Bruce felt his whole body go warm. "Alright, Dark Knight-"

His eyes grew wide. "How did you-"

She smirked. "Ever heard of the Black Canary?"

Bruce rolled his eyes. "I should have known…"

"Yeah, you should've."

She sat down at his feet and began to pull things out of her bags.

"You're gonna get sick-"

"Do I look like I care?"

Bruce just watched as she pulled out several items: cold compressors, Advil, cough drops, cough syrup, a hot-and-cold pack, and cough-drop-lollipops (gotta love those!). "Dinah-"

"Don't try to convince me to leave-"

He took her hand, smiling. "Thank you."

She paused, hen grinned. "You're welcome."

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