A/N: I swear, it was supposed to be Dick/Verena in my head, but it ended up being... this... so... no request was fulfilled... Crap.

GOTHAM CITY
OCTOBER 7, 2010
12:21 EDT

"We need to hang out more," Barbara sighed, taking a seat down next to me. "It sucks that I'm a freshman while you guys are sophomores."

Dick looked up from his phone and looked at Barbara curiously. "We hang out with you every day at school."

I rolled my eyes before turning to my adoptive brother, "She means outside of school, Sherlock."

Dick let out a mock hurt expression and gripped his chest where his heart was. "Ouch, that hurts, V." He then realized something and said, "We have work today though."

"You guys work?" Barbara inquired, arching a brow. "Since when did you guys work?"

"That's painful too, Babs," Dick frowned, looking at our redhead friend. "Of course we work. Did you think the money in our bank accounts just appear by magic?"

"I just figured Bruce loads you two up," Barbara shrugged. "So he doesn't?"

"He does," Dick and I responded at the same time.

"Fifty bucks a day," Dick clarified. "But we work for extra. How else could I get her a cotton candy machine?"

"Do I dare ask how much you guys are paid?" Barbara asked wearily.

I held up a finger while I took a sip of my water. Dick did the same while he fiddled with his phone in his hand.

"One… hundred?" Barbara inquired wearily.

"One percent of how much Bruce makes," Dick replied for me, as I was still sipping my drink.

"…" Barbara was silent for a while before asking, "And you guys make…?" She reached for her soda and began sipping it.

"Eighty-five thousand monthly," Dick and I chorused. Barbara's eyes widened comically and she spurted out her drink, coughing vehemently.

Ice blue met forest green when Dick and I looked at each other before turning back to the choking ginger.

"Do you know how much you'd make yearly with that?!" Barbara exclaimed, and I arched an eyebrow.

"Yes," I responded pointedly. "But do you?" I grinned teasingly.

Barbara glared lightly at me before pulling out her phone. She typed in a few keys before saying, "That's over a million dollars a year."

"And twenty thousand," Dick pointed out with a smile. "Relax, Babs. Most of it goes to charity, donations, and funding anyway. What the hell are we gonna do with all that money?"

"It explains an awful lot," Barbara frowned. "How about donating to the Barbara Gordon Foundation?"

I smiled, but didn't reply. The bell then rang and Barbara let out a sigh. She grabbed her lunch tray before saying, "Well, time for more hell," she joked. "See you guys later."

"Bye," Dick and I said before she stood up and left. It was probably because her next class, English, was all the way across campus while Dick and I had AP Biology a couple doors down from here.

"I don't think we'd be able to feed Wally if we didn't have this salary," I joked, walking with Dick, who grabbed both our lunch trays, to the trash.

He let out a laugh and dumped our containers before putting the trays on top. "Yeah," he agreed, nodding his head. "You know he ate ten large pizzas by himself a couple nights ago?"

"That was his light eating, wasn't it?" I inquired, leaving the cafeteria with him.

"Yup," Dick nodded his head.

CENTAL CITY
OCTOBER 7, 2010
10:35 PDT

Wally West let out a large sneeze in his history class.

"Bless you!" a few students chorused, eager to interrupt the class. The teacher, on the other hand, wasn't pleased and glared at Wally before resuming his lecture.

"Thank you," Wally thanked to no one in particular. He sniffed, wondering what the hell caused him to sneeze.

A/N: Yes. Our dearest Dick and Verena make $1,020,000 a year each. I thought it was a quite a lot for someone of their age, but then again, we do have to remember this is Dick and Verena we're talking about, and Bruce is teaching them how to be efficient CEOs in the future. :3 So yes. 1% of Bruce's paycheck. Review/request, guys~! :)