A/N: Happy Late 4th of July guys! I was supposed to post this yesterday, but I didn't have time, plus I was a bit depressed due to personal reasons. ahaha but that has passed.

This one-shot is the longest I've written yet.

Prompt: Your Favorite Food

Characters: M'gann, Robin (And a bit of the Batfam boys.)

Rating: K

Genre: Friendship/Humor (I don't really intend for romance in this one...but I don't really know. Maybe some of you guys can see a bit of fluff if you tilt your head and squint your eyes...)

When Robin had walked into the kitchen of Mt. Justice, he had seen a platter of harmless looking scones. Now being raised by a billionaire with an English butler as the only other adult living with said billionaire, Robin had been accustomed to the delicious scones that were set out once each week. He could only admit it secretly that he was absolutely addicted to them, especially the lemon and poppy seed ones. So could anyone blame him for taking one?

Certainly not.

When he bit into the seemingly edible goodness, he got a mouthful of salty, gritty, bitter...rocks. That was the only way he could describe the not edible treats on the plate.

M'gann chose that moment to walk in. "Hey, Robin. Oh, you found my-"

Robin rushed to the sink and spat out as much as he could, completely cutting off the girl. The only thought was to get the horrible taste out.

After a full moment of spitting, hacking, and gagging, he blindly searched for a glass and filled it -to the very top- with tap water. He took many needed gulps of the liquid. When he was done (after about five glasses), he finally looked up at the Martian, still bent over the sink. She, in turn, had a crestfallen look on her face.

"Are they that bad?"

Robin suddenly felt guilt ridden and had to find the right words to not hurt her even more; he was a gentleman nonetheless. "The...uh...the taste and texture doesn't really fit how scones are supposed to taste."

"That bad, huh?"

Damn, he failed. His head hung low as he replied softly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, Robin," she sighed thoughtfully, "if only there was someone that could help me improve. Uncle J'ohnn is the same as I, unfortunately."

If Robin were trying one of Alfred's confections, he wouldn't hesitate to state what could be added or removed the next time, in one of those rare times that Alfred did not make them as perfect as possible.

An idea popped up in the young boy's mind. Maybe, just maybe, M'gann wasn't as hopeless as she thought.

xXx

M'gann was overwhelmed, in Robin's terms whelmed. Speaking of the Boy Wonder, he was the one to have sent her to this...this palace! She had seen t.v. shows that showed the houses of the rich humans, but none of them quite compared to this ginormous house. She didn't realize just how much space people needed.

Her finger pressed the doorbell (her first one to ring) and the bell was so loud she had to stifle a squeal of surprise. Were doorbells always this loud? The door opened immediately and a boy that looked to be about ten peered through the tiny crack.

"Who are you?" He glared rather cutely.

"Hi, I'm Megan Morse. Uhm...I was told to come here...for some lessons."

His dark blue, stormy eyes narrowed, "What lessons?"

"Baking lessons."

The kid snorted in a way that had annoyance boiling in the back of her mind. "You came to the Wayne Manor for baking lessons? You honestly think I can buy that?" She realized that was probably his nature, he goaded adults in a way that made him feel like he was also an adult. It was cute.

A littler head popped from the side of his legs and blinked light blue, owlish eyes sleepily at her before he smiled at her. It took all of her will power not to coddle him.

"Hello, Miss."

"Hi."

"Are you big brother's girlfriend?"

Her eyes widened at the blunt question and she nervously giggled, but before she could let him down gently, the other one spoke while he rolled his eyes. "This girl can't be his girlfriend. Shouldn't you be sleeping, brat?"

The younger boy looked up at the older one and scowled, "Steph and Cass started playing tug-of-war in their sleep. I couldn't take it since I was squished in between them."

"Well, you're supposed to be napping."

"I can't. Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"I don't know. You can go sleep on the couch for all I care, just as long as you're slee-"

The door opened wider to show an even older boy only a few years younger than M'gann. He had a grin similar to Robin's as he addressed the younger two.

"Jason, what have I told you about speaking to Tim like that? Go finish your homework. Tim, you can go sleep in my bed for today."

The youngest one, Tim, smiled widely, while the other, Jason, frowned and mumbled as the two of them walked away.

The one that stayed watched the other two and then turned to M'gann with a polite smile. "Yes?"

This one had startling blue eyes that twinkled playfully. She had to mentally shake herself from being stunned. Should she say that the Boy Wonder told her to come here for baking lessons? That would sound utterly ridiculous, but Jason's reaction was proof enough. So, what exactly should she say?

Not one for being used to lying, she opted with sticking to a handpicked truth. "A very good friend of mine told me this was the place to come for baking lessons. I know it sounds silly, but I have a note if you want to look at it."

She saw an instant flicker of amusement before the boy's face went back to an easy grin. "Are you Megan Morse?"

"Yes."

"Your very good friend, who happens to be a friend of mine as well, mentioned you would be stopping by today."

He stepped to the side, opening the door wider. "Come in, please."

For some unknown reason relief flooded in her mind. He shut the door softly and then held a hand out towards her. "I'm Richard Grayson. It's nice to meet you, Megan."

She had seen this gesture on t.v. thousands of times, but this was her first time in actually engaging in the act.

Okay, hand out, on its side and vertical, reach for his hand, curl your finger to grip it and give it two firm shakes.

She watched his face for any form of dissatisfaction, but she must have done it correctly because his face never faltered. When they let go of each other's hands, there was an awkward moment where neither seemed to know what to do, that was until Richard cleared his throat. "We should head to the kitchen."

She followed after him, eyes wandered to the interior decorations. Though very beautiful, the objects favored a more darker style to what she was used to which was sunny, bright and inviting. The manor seemed a tad lonely for her, and she seemed saddened by that. To try to get rid of the silence she tentatively spoke.

"So, uh, Richard, I was-"

"-it's Dick."

"Sorry?" Confusion struck her.

"Sorry, I introduce myself as Richard as practice for formal introductions. I assumed you would call me Dick, that's the name I usually go by."

"Like a nickname?"

"Yes, Dick is the given nickname for Richard, like Bob is the nickname for Robert."

"Oh." She blinked, another new thing learned today. "I didn't know that."

He shrugged, "It's alright."

As they walked, she studied him out of the corner of her eye. He was a lot like Robin. Dick was polite and rather patient with her, just as Robin always was whenever she asked him about some Earth customs she deemed too confusing to learn by herself. They both had the same grins, very easy going and accepting. Not to mention they had the same color of hair and were probably at the same height and age.

She smiled, they must be really good friends to have similar qualities to each other. The one thing that Ri-er Dick could be different from Robin was that he didn't seem to be that creative with taking away prefixes to create cooler words.

A simple thought entertained her...maybe...Dick could tell her what Robin's identity is. She brightened at the thought of knowing before the others, but then that wouldn't be a very nice motive as to why she needs to know Robin's I.D. And then...wouldn't that give Robin away as well? She would not want her teammate to distrust her because of that...or it could be Robin approached Dick as Robin himself...Oh this was confusing. She decided not to pry on this subject anymore.

She was still staring when she saw him turn his head to look at her. Her eyes averted to the side as her cheeks heated up. No doubt he had just caught her.

"Megan, you were about to say something. I'm sorry I interrupted."

It took her a moment to get herself to calm down from her embarrassment before she answered him. "I was just wondering what we will be baking for the first lesson."

They entered into what looked like a very large kitchen. "Oh, wow..." She was speechless as her eyes darted to every space available that they could see.

Dick chuckled, "Yeah, newcomers are always surprised with the kitchen. Sadly, I'm as much as a bad cook slash baker as my dad. Alfred will be the one to teach you. He is a genius in the kitchen. I'm just staying to watch."

He threw her another smile before turning to the room and called out, "Alfred!"

Immediately, one of the doors in the kitchen opened to reveal an old but healthy looking man in a suit carrying a few items.

"Yes, Master Richard?"

"You remember I mentioned that my friend's friend would be stopping by. This is Megan Morse, your baking student."

Alfred set his items onto the counter with poise before turning to M'gann with a neutral look on his face. The man placed one hand, gently, to his other hip, while the other swept to the side with his gloved palm facing the teenagers. He bent at the waist with practiced ease and said politely, "It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Morse." All of that was said in a wondrous accent. It was lovely.

"It's nice to meet you too...Mr. Alfred..."

Dick laughed out loud while he took his seat across from Alfred, on the other side of the counter. The man straightened with just a hint of a smile. "Please, call me Alfred, Ms. Morse."

"Oh-I-"

"Quite alright. I was planning on making Master Richard's favorite today, lemon and poppy seed scones. Care to join me behind the counter, Ms. Morse?"

"Okay," and she hurried to the older man's side, eager to learn his technique.

xXx

Two months later, Batman found himself walking from the briefing room, on his way to the kitchen of Mt. Justice. He was assaulted by the smell of lemon and poppy seed scones. The scent was probably of Miss Martian's doing.

The Dark Knight entered the brightly lit kitchen and more of the delicious smell curled around him. There sat a plate of said scones, fresh out of the oven. Miss Martian probably took them out before he had called them to brief and send the team on their new mission.

His stomach grumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten since breakfast...which was about twelve hours ago. Batman relented. He had started to get a little faint from the lack of nutrition, to which he did not show to the youngsters.

Tentative, he took a scone from its place and sniffed it. If there was any seemingly wrong ingredient added, he could not detect it. he took a bite, thoughtfully rolling it around in his mouth. Odd...the taste was similar to one that would have been made by a certain butler he knew. Batman narrowed his eyes at the platter while he took another bite.

As soon as he finished this plate of scones, and when Robin got back, he would need to have a few words with his bird.