A/N - Just a muse on how three amazing friends spent their time together.

Disclaimer - Something seriously angsty would have happened to Wally by now if I did. Simple.

"Blonde."

"That one doesn't make sense. What does that have to do with anything yellow or golden?"

"Ginger."

"Last time I checked, ginger is a brownish root. Brown. And then there's the other thing, 'carrot top'. The tops of carrots are green leaves. Do you see this head? Definitely not green."

"Brunette."

"Now that name is understandable, what with the word brown coming into play somewhere in the word. Then the 'nette' is just pretty much used whenever the colour goes somewhere past the natural spectrum."

"Platinum."

"Wh…what?" Wally feigned shock. "Dude, you know as well as I do that 'blonde' comes right after that, so you can't count it as a different category."

"Yeah, well I was just testing you," Dick replied, blue eyes shining humorously as he reclined on his large couch. The best friends were currently inside the Wayne Manor, their secret ids safe from any public exposure. Inside the grandiose living room, the plasma TV was on, commercials running on one of their favorite channel. After their short word-criticizing game, silence was shared as they turned their attention to the screen.

"I wish Roy was here," Wally admitted, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"Hey, we may be bored," Richard pointed out, frowning. "But I'm still sore about the whole Spiked Speedster thing last week."

"Was I really that bad?"

"Yes. Yes, you were."

"Man, if I could remember that afternoon, I'd probably find it hilarious. Besides, wasn't it Kaldur that did the deed?"

"Yeah, but Roy got him the drugs and ditched us fifteen minutes into the whole mess."

"Wasn't that a bit of déjà vu?" the ginger chuckled, elbowing his teammate softly in the ribs. "Come on, I bet if Mr. Red came in here right now, you wouldn't be as moody."

"…You invited him, didn't you?"

"Master Richard, Master Wallace," Alfred, ever polite, strode into the room. "A Mr. Roy Harper has arrived in front of the gates. He is currently on the intercom, asking to be let in."

No sooner had he finished his last sentence were the boys speeding out of the room. Smiling to himself, Mr. Pennyworth returned to his post inside the kitchen, ready to serve the snacks that Grayson had asked him to make. Outside, a certain motorist was left to muse as to why the mansion's caretaker had failed to answer his question.

"Hey, Jeeves?" it was time to resort to the forever despised nickname. "You there?"

"KKhh," the imitated sound of a walkie-talkie responded. "This is the Wall-man; do you copy? Over. Kkhh."

"Kkhh, this is the Wing; I hear you loud and clear Wall-man. Over. Kkhh."

"KKhh, the Wall-man is currently waiting for the response of the Harper. Harper, do you copy? Over. KKhh."

Roy smirked, cupping a gloved hand over his mouth, "Kkkhh, this is the Harper. Message received, Wall-man. Over. Kkkhh."

"Kkhh. Awesome. Over. Kkhh."

"KKhh. Glad you could make it, Harper. Over and out. KKhh."

"Kkkhh. The Harper asks for permission to enter the premises. Over. Kkkhh."

"Kkhh. The Wing grants permission. Gates will open in a few seconds. Over and out. Kkhh."

"Kkkhh. Thanks, Wing. Over and out. Kkkhh," without so much as a sound of rust, the iron gates retracted to the sides, letting Roy drive his motorcycle to the entrance where two teens of different ages, heights, and appearances waited eagerly. Putting down the kickstand, Roy removed his helmet as he got off the vehicle. Placing the headgear down, he turned to his friends, arms outstretched and head cocked to one side. "What? No hug?"

Dick and Wally looked to each other before shrugging. They ran over to the taller teen, choosing to high five his open palms instead of the more intimate gesture. Mildly surprised, Roy lowered his arms, ruffling their heads as he usually did to their protests, "So what do you guys have planned for today?"

As Dick fixed his hair, Wally dove into the just recently made mental list, "We have one game of Call of Duty Black Ops."

"Then a round of Super Smash Bros Brawl," Dick added, smoothing down the last strand.

"I get Sonic."

"Then I get Snake."

"Which means I'll have Link," Roy cut in, motioning to Wally. "Continue."

"After those two amazing games, we get into the competition of making the best paper airplane."

"Apparently, I need a handicap."

"Then we move to the expansive backyard for a variety of one-on-one-on-one sports, including soccer, baseball, basketball, football, etcetera."

"Super powers and extraordinary skills prohibited."

"We'll wing it after that with a bunch of silliness after getting sugar high."

"Alfred will be graciously providing us with nourishment throughout our activities."

"So, what are we waiting for?" Wally burst out giddily, running back to the living room as the others followed at a more leisurely pace.

Hands in his pockets, Dick walked next to Roy as he spoke, "Just like the good old days, right?"

"Yeah," the archer removed his gloves, shoving them into his pockets. "Just like the good ol' days."

A/N - Yes, they were acting extremely childish. But that's how I imagine they'd relieve the stress of being two different people at once.