The Team had decided to go out for a rather fancy dinner that night. They all agreed that Gotham City, although one of the most dangerous places in the world, possessed rather wonderful restaurants in which the richest people in the world went to. Considering that those men and women were famous only because of their vast amounts of money, the Team figured that they would be let in for saving the world. You know, even though they didn't have their costumes on. It was the thought that counted.

So that was why Raquel and the rest of the girls were wearing expensive, simple, yet elegant dresses, and the guys were pressed with their nicest suits. If they were going to go to a posh restaurant full of judgmental people, they realized that they would have to dress their best to be able to even get close to the entrance of the place. It was one of the downsides of being a teenager, although other than that, Raquel wasn't complaining.

"You look beautiful." Raquel whirled around to find Kaldur, dark grey suit on with a light turquoise tie.

"You don't look too shabby yourself, Merman," said Raquel, poking his chest teasingly. Kaldur smiled back at her, taking her hand in his and leading

her to the zeta-tube, where everyone else was waiting for them.

Raquel bumped into Wally, who was too busy staring with hearts in his eyes at Artemis. To Raquel, Wally was forgiven for that. Artemis was probably the one who looked most beautiful out of all the girls in her jade green dress. Still, Raquel gave Wally a nudge on the ribs, chuckling at how he suddenly started blushing red. His whole face, from neck up to ears, was the color of a tomato. Oh, how Raquel found it funny that redheads blushed a literal red, hence the name redhead.

"Quit starting, Kid Idiot!" Raquel heard Artemis snap at Wally.

Raquel turned to Kaldur, who was suppressing an amused smile, but as soon as he set eyes on Raquel, he started chuckling with her. They started walking into the now open beam, following Robin and Zatanna out into the warm air of Gotham City. Luckily, the zeta-beam had transported them to the nearest zeta-tube to the restaurant, which was only two blocks away. So, the Team started walking.

Everyone talked animatedly for a while, making stupid jokes (courtesy of Wally), throwing harsh insults every other sentence (thanks, Artemis), or just plainly being goofy (related to everyone because no one could escape being a teenager for too long). Raquel was feeling as if this was one of the most relaxed nights she had had in a while, which was probably true. A true superhero rarely got time to relax.

"So, have any of you ever actually gone to this restaurant? Robin?" Raquel asked, turning to Robin as he resided in Gotham City.

"Couple of times," Robin answered, but didn't elaborate.

Sneaky devil he is, Raquel thought.

'Sneaky ninja, sneaky devil, sneaky child,' M'gann answered back in her mind. The redhead flashed a knowing smile to Raquel before turning back to her soft conversation with Conner.

"Any reason as to why M'gann has taken interest in giving you cryptic smiles?" Kaldur asked from beside her, their hands swinging back and forth as they walked.

"Talked in my head, and she answered." Raquel shrugged, "Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, Fish Boy."

After that, the pair kept silent for the rest of the way, their arms swinging forwards and back in between them. They were both comfortable just listening to the failed attempts Wally made to chat Artemis up, and Robin's laughter as it seemed to bounce around the streets when Zatanna made him laugh.

Soon enough, the group had reached the restaurant they had decided to eat in for the night. They all ascended four steps to get up to the main dining area, and were immediately received by one of the waiters in pressed suits.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," The waiter said politely. "Do you have a reservation?"

Raquel realized that none of them had made a reservation, or at least, not that she knew of. She glanced over at the restaurant; it was almost filled to the brim. All the tables except for a select few, which had reservation signs on them, were occupied. If they hadn't made a reservation, then it seemed like they would have to resort to eating at a Denny's or iHop. Eurgh.

However, Robin piped up, speaking in a surprisingly formal and commanding manner. Nothing like the childish amused tone he usually sported in front of the Team. Taking off his sunglasses, Robin said, "Yes, we do. Reservation for eight, under Richard Grayson."

The man's eyes widened slightly, and he bowed his head to show acknowledgement. "Ah, yes, of course, Mr. Grayson. Right this way."

There was a stunned silence for a second-Had Robin just…? No, he couldn't have just told them his secret identity. Surely it was just a fake alias. But even then, Robin had just taken off his sunglasses and shown the whole Team his actual face, and the man had recognized him. So, unless Robin lived under a secret alias for his whole life, their Robin was actually Richard Grayson.

Raquel thought the name was too proper for a guy like Robin.

As they were all ushered by the waiter to follow them to their table, which was in an isolated room with ceiling-to-floor windows that overlooked the city of Gotham, Wally threw everyone behind him a mischievous grin. Raquel had the fleeting impression that this was because Robin had just said he was, well, Richard.

"Uh, Robin…" M'gann started, but a stern look from Robin's (so blue, and so pretty) eyes shut her up.

When the eight of them were seated, the waiter had laid out their menus for them, and had left, Robin took the opportunity to clear his throat, and announce, "Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I am Richard Grayson, but just call me Dick."

Raquel almost choked on her own spit when she felt a memory tug at the back of her brain. Richard Grayson, ward of multi-billionaire Bruce Wayne. My friend is a billionaire. What the hell.