A/N: Apologies to those of you who don't like my short fics...this is the shortest so far... I was less enthused to write this than the last one. But I promise the next one will be better. I actually have a plot for that one. And the prompt is simplistic. ;D

Day 13: Remember that time when

Characters: Robin, Artemis, M'gann

Rating: T (Warning: This fic contains mentioning of a few sexual objects, but not in a detail that would be put under the M rating. If you are a squeamish little person, or have a mental capacity of a toddler, I suggest you turn around and reread my other fics in here, and leave a review.)

Genre: Fluffed romance, Friendship (Curious note, what would be a good girl version of bromance? Or one between a guy and girl, strictly platonic.)

May the not so pornographic force be with him. Damn Wally and his disturbing enthusiasm to show the poor Boy Wonder just how his flexible moves could be used in situations that did not require bondage removal. Damn him.

And because of this, Robin was stuck on clearing out all the wacked out crap that popped up, building up in his web-browsing history (his unlimited storage space was beginning to be not so limited) when one entered a few certain sites... God knew that was an embarrassing way to go on a mission.

Wait, wait guys! My wrist-comp froze from sex ads again, it's going to take about ten minutes before I can disable the bomb.

He didn't even want to know what Batman would do if the man ever found out.

His eyes narrowed upon a particular pop-up, before he scoffed and cleared that from his screen. 13-year-old indeed. In no way in hell did he need stupid viagra.

His mouse clicked again.

Nor did he need cherry flavored condoms...

Click.

Or genital enhancement...

Jeez, people just seem to be so imperfect nowadays.

Sad to say, he had been enveloped on this one task that he emitted a very prominent 'eep' when Artemis plopped down beside him with her official scowl of the day. He scrambled to exit out of his wrist-comp screen and flushed when she had a single eyebrow raised up at him curiously.

She stared, he swallowed nervously. "Yes?"

Those grey eyes blinked twice on him, "Would you like to explain this to me, Mr. Richard Grayson." An arm was outstretched from her body, and a note was held up to his face.

He took it gingerly, still embarrassed, and quietly read the note to himself. To say he gaped back up at her in surprise was completely understated.

"The hell is this?"

She waved one hand and continued to stare right at him. "That's what I want to know."

"Obviously," his hand flicked the piece of paper left to right vigorously in front of her face, "I didn't write this crap."

His annoyance grew higher when she seemed to not believe him with a roll of her eyes and her sarcasm, "Right," drawing out the i, "so you're telling me someone else, say maybe Kaldur, just so happened to have left a dress in my room with a note signed in your name, then?"

He leapt to his feet, started to pace and begun to rant, "I sure as hell didn't-"

"Didn't?"

"Did you say dress?"

xXx

Earlier that week...

"Hey Robin?"

He looked up from the magazine he read and at the curtained stall in front of him, curiously. "Hmm?"

It was a regular occurrence that he was the one to go out on shopping trips with M'gann. It wasn't so much that he mindedl, he had a very high tolerance when it came to being around women, especially when he was dragged along as the third wheel on one of Bruce Wayne's dates. Those happened so often that he wished the gold diggers would think of something less cliché than try to impress a billionaire by "bonding" with his ward, trying not exactly the key word.

M'gann was more of a peaceful shopper and made sure to ask his opinion on some of the clothes she tried on. His fashion sense was higher than a normal guy's, so it was reasonable to bring him along. What he liked about M'gann was that she didn't shop for herself. If she did, that would be silly.

He quickly scanned the area for any witnesses before he mentally said all clear, just before the curtain was pulled aside.

"Does this look nice on Artemis?"

His breath caught silently in his throat at the sight in front of him.

Periwinkle, he was met with the most sparkly shade of periwinkle. It should have been obnoxious to look at, but it just fit the body of their team's archer. It didn't hinder her skin nor did it outshine the grey eyes and lusciously plump lips.

He quickly caught himself and cleared his throat before he spoke, "What's the occasion? You usually get shirts and jeans for Artemis."

It was weird to see M'gann's sweet smile on Artemis' face than the permanent smirk.

"She said that her school had a dance coming up and she wasn't going because she didn't own a dress. I want to surprise her and not let her miss out on that."

His eyebrow rose significantly while he questioned, "You do know she's not really interested in those sort of things, right?"

"Oh, well...you didn't answer my question." He wasn't quite sure if M'gann gave him a sly look or not, it went away too quickly to decipher it.

"It's nice." He blushed while she grinned at him appreciatively.

"Okay, I'll get this then." And with that, the Martian swished the curtain closed.

xXx

Artemis crossed her arms under her chest with a renewed scowl, but it was less intense this time. "Yeah, I found this gorgeous dress on my bed with that," she nodded her head toward the hand that held the note, "attached to it. I just wanted to confirm if it was from you. Other than that, yes."

"Yes?"

She grinned, "Yes, you can take me to the dance at Gotham Academy."

A/N: Now that I think about it a bromance for girls is highly unlikely. We girls break the rules of the brocode so easily. Uh, hello? Best friend steals boyfriend? Misters are definitely before sisters in this case, no? *laughs* I don't even know where my mind is wandering off to. Guess filling out applications has got my brain fried at the moment. Boy do I feel conceited, yet sorely disappointed in my lack of educational goals right now. XD