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A good friend will come bail you out of jail...

Dick knows that he's in trouble. He knows it. He doesn't even try to deny it. He screwed up and Bruce is gonna throw a fit...

He turns to look for the reason why the splintery bench he's sitting on is shaking so much.

Wally has both hands over his mouth and is shaking, trying not to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Dick demands, a little miffed that Kaldur isn't there yet to explain the whole 'undercover' issue to the police officer, who is still looking at them like they're filthy little liars.

"Dude," Wally can no longer contain it and has bent over, clutching his stomach, the laughter bouncing off of the walls and around the precinct, "that was awesome!"

Dick slaps his forehead, then realizes something-it was kinda cool that they tricked Ragdoll into locking himself into a safe, and it was kinda cool that those girls were into them, and it was kinda cool that Klarion the Witch Freak nearly blew himself up...

Dick's honest, real laughter, not that creepy cackle, echoes Wally's and the two boys are crying laughing, drawing weird looks from around the holding block as the police officers glance over to see why they're laughing so hard.

They're still laughing when, fifteen minutes later, Kaldur and a police officer come to unlock the cell, the police officer stumbling over himself to apologize, Kaldur shaking his head and looking like he's praying for patience.

...but a best friend will sit down next to you and say, "Dude, that was awesome!"

A good friend helps you up when you fall...

Dick grunts as he hits the gym mat...again. For the last thirty minutes he'd been working to perfect a long-forgotten acrobatic move, and every time he got to a certain point, he face-planted from ten feet onto the mats.

Megan rushes over and helps him up, gently pulling him by his elbow. "Are you okay, Robin?"

"Yeah...'m good," Dick lies, covering his bleeding nose so that she won't be alarmed.

Megan sees anyways. "Oh my gosh! You're bleeding! Let me go get some tissues!"

She rushes out just as Wally rushes in, a familiar smirk on his face.

"What, Wally?" Dick scathes, but it sounds like Whaht, Wawwy because of his bloody nose.

"Dude, you sound like there's a pillow stuck up your nose!" Wally's snickering, and that's never a good sign. Dick backs away, but he forgets that Wally's a speedster.

"Oufff!" Dick gets his breath knocked away as Wally trips him from behind, making him fall back-first onto the exercise mats. For a minute he sits still, trying to get his breath back despite his clogged nose.

Wally's laughing so hard he's crying besides him.

Dick kicks him in the shin from his prone position...hard.

"Ouch! Dick! What the hell?"

...but a best friend will trip you again, then laugh hysterically.

A good friend will never ask for anything to eat or drink...

Dick can't help but notice the differences between Conner and Wally as they sit in the Batcave, waiting for Bruce to get back so he can drive them (rather than uncomfortably piggy-backing on Wally, who tends to 'accidentally' dump people so he can laugh at them) to the mountain.

Conner never asks for anything, just sits silently, stoically, stiffly, on one of the chairs near the medical bay. Dick thinks that's funny, since he knows Conner eats nearly as much as Wally and has to be hungry and yet has declined Dick's offer to get something for him to eat or drink...six times.

Wally, however, is raiding the minifridge Bruce keeps stocked down there with a familiarity that comes from years experience. Dick chuckles when Wally looks up at him, grins, and continues eating whatever the hell is in there. Dick can even remember Bruce adding popsicles to a grocery list, not because either of them like popsicles, but because Wally likes popsicles.

"You sure you don't want anything to eat, Con?" Dick asks for the seventh time, gesturing at Wally. "Just help yourself. Wally never asks."

Wally laughs with his mouthful. "Dude," he mutters around a sandwich, "the last time I asked to use your fridge was when we were, like, eight."

...and a best friend will simply help themselves to everything in your fridge.

A good friend will borrow your stuff and then bring it back...

"Thanks for letting me borrow your extra flashdrive, Rob," Artemis says, dropping the little gray stick down on the table besides Dick's breakfast plate. "It's clear again. I just needed it for my project."

"Anytime, Arty." Dick finishes eating and goes to get dressed. He spends fifteen minutes searching for his favorite red shirt and comes to the obvious conclusion.

"WALLY!" he shouts across the hall, towards the slightly open door with music pouring out of it loudly.

"YEAH?"

"DO YOU HAVE MY RED SHIRT?"

"PROBABLY!"

Dick rolls his eyes and goes across the hallway shirtless to go check for himself. He's not surprised that Wally's room is an absolute pigsty, covered with posters and pictures and books and science reports and clothing and instead goes directly towards one of the dresser drawers. Within three minutes of searching (enough for Wally to finish singing a horrible pop culture song by some wannabe), Dick extracts his red Gotham Knights t-shirt and yanks it on over his head.

Something with an R on it catches his eye in the drawer just as he's about to close it, so he looks back and realizes that it's one of his training manuals. He grabs it and paws through the rest of the drawer, realizing that most of the stuff is his.

"Dude, why don't you ever bring back anything you borrow?" Dick asks, turning his head to where Wally's sprawling on the bed with a sci-fi novel.

"Why would I bring it back?" Wally asks, honestly stumped. "If you want it you know where it is."

Dick thumps his forehead, flicks Wally's-"Ouch! Why? Why do you hit me?"-and goes across the hallway with his training manual, two sweatshirts, a first aide kit, a dictionary, and a thesaurus.

...but a best friend has a drawer full of your stuff because 'you know where it is'.

A good friend calls your parents 'ma'am' and 'sir'...

"Hey, Uncle Barry," Wally greets his uncle (practically father) as he and Dick toss their shoes in the foyer, skateboards under their arms.

"Hey, Walls," Barry calls back, looking away from his science experiment that's going on (against all rules) on Iris's new kitchen table. "How was the skateboard?"

"It's great. Me and Dick are gonna go play video games, 'kay?"

"Yeah, sure! Hey, did you doyour homework?"

"Study hall fourth period!" Wally calls over his shoulder as he paws through the fridge while Dick watches him with his typically amused expression before turning to Barry.

"Hey, Uncle Barry," Dick says, and Barry grins at him the same way he did Wally.

"Hey, kiddo. Didja have fun?"

"Yeah, it was great." Dick goes over to the pantry and hands Wally the package of Oreos Iris 'hides' in there and takes the offered glass of milk. "Dunking contest?"

"Wait up a sec, here. You're forgetting the grand master champion," Barry boasts, pushing back his chair and quickly grabbing a glass of milk, taking only a millisecond to stand before the two boys with his own Oreo cookie.

"Boys! For goodness sakes, didn't I say to stay out of the cookies?" Iris asks, exasperated, as she comes in with her briefcase.

Dick wipes a milk mustache off his chin. "Hi, Aunt Iris. How was work?"

Wally nearly blows milk out of his nose when he remembers how awkward is had been to have Kaldur over, how he kept calling Iris and Barry 'ma'am' and 'sir'.

"Dude," Wally snorts, finally regaining a normal breathing pattern, "I just realized. You call my aunt and uncle your aunt and uncle."

Dick smirks at him. "You call Bruce 'Bruce', and everybody else calls him 'Batman' or 'Mr. Wayne'."

Wally shrugs. "Calling Bruce 'Bruce' is close enough to calling him 'Dad'."

...but a best friend refers to them as 'Mom' and 'Dad'...or an equivalent, in this case.

Bad? Good? Half-way decent? I'm still tweaking around with some different ideas...this one just came up out of nowhere and it seemed cutsie.

Review, please, please, please, please, please?