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"I think I'm sad."

"You think you're sad? Like- how does that even work?" Tim questioned.

Stephanie sighed. "I feel all droopy and soppy inside. And I'm eating gelato."

Tim considered a moment. "Well, okay. You're sad or possibly depressed. Why?"

"I don't know..."

"Then how could you be sad?" he challenged, putting his pencil on the table to lean back with folded arms.

"I DON'T KNOW, TIM! I'M A TEENAGE GIRL!" she sobbed, hiding her face in the crook of her arm on the table.

"Oh gosh, Steph are you..."

"I'm fourteen, idiot! Of course I am!"

Tim blinked. He had no idea what to do with girls. None at all, even if she was his sister. He jumped to his feet. "Siri, what do you do when your sister is... in her... period..." he coughed uncomfortably.

"Okay, Tim-Amazingness, this is what I found on the web:"

Tim scrolled through, frantically trying to figure what to do. Finally, he just settled with awkwardly patting her on the back. "Er, you're fine."

"Tiiiiiiimmmy I'm sooooo sad. And I don't want to be! What do I do?!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuh... go watch, um, Frozen-"

"I DON'T LIKE FROZEN!"

"Uuuuuh... then, uh, how about The Avengers?"

"Mmmkay..." she still looked at him with pouty blue eyes.

"A-and, um, I'll make Peach Cobbler."

"You know how to make Peach Cobbler?" her accusing eyes turned surprised.

"Er... I can always try?"

"...Okay." She sniffed, walking out of the room with her gelato. Tim sighed in relief, slumping against the counter. He just felt so awkward, even if she was his sister.

"It's a watermelon!"

"I know, Dick." Bruce nodded.

"Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce! It's a watermelon!"

"That's very nice, Dick."

"Someone left it on the doorstep!"

"Okay."

"I'm going to eat it!"

"Alright. Ask Alfred."

Dick pouted, lowering the melon. "THE WATER RUNS RED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE FORGOTTEN."

"Of course, you do that."

Dick's pout hardened as he set his precious watermelon down on his father's desk. "Ra's al Ghul left it."

"Yes, he's a very nice man." Bruce licked his thumb, turning a page in the file he was looking over.

"And Talia."

"Ask Alfred."

Dick turned to leave. "You know what, from here on out, Superman's my favorite superhero."

"WHAT?!" Bruce was suddenly kneeling in front of him, hand holding his wrist. Dick smirked.

"One..." Bruce glared at Jason, counting.

Jason kept climbing.

"Two..."

He didn't even pause.

"Two-and-a-half..."

Didn't twitch.

"Two and three fourths..."

Kept climbing.

"Two and seven eighths..."

Jason just continued. They were in the Watchtower, and Jay seemed to like the idea of climbing the rock wall without gear. He was good enough, but Bruce wouldn't permit his child's safety infringed... despite the fact he fought super-villains every other night.

"Two and..."

"Just face it! You can't say three!" Flash called, passing by. He yelped as a batarang snagged him to the wall.

Bruce peered down at fifteen-year old Dick.

"Did you brush your teeth, make your bed and check your homework?"

"Yes, Bruce."

"Here's your lunch."

"Thanks!"

Next was Jason. "Did you brush your teeth, salvage what's left of your homework, and not destroy Tim's?"

"Gee, Bruce. It's like I'm the problem child."

"You are. Here's your lunch."

"Well I feel loved." Jason grumbled, only to be hugged by Dick as they headed out.

Bruce focused on Stephanie. "Did you brush your hair, get your homework, and wash your face?"

"Uh-huh." she muttered distractedly, tapping away on her phone.

"No phones at school. Here's your lunch." he snatched away the gadget. Stephanie sent him a glare, grabbing her lunch and storming out. Next was Tim. "Did you leave your gadgets, limit your caffeine intake, and not do Jason's homework?"

"Yes." Tim nodded.

"Eh-hem." Bruce raised an eyebrow.

Time sighed, pulling out a laptop, two ipads, and four phones. Why he even had so many was a mystery. Bruce nodded in satisfaction, handing the boy his lunch and messing with his hair. Tim grumbled, but still waved goodbye. Next was Cass.

"Cass... did you leave your daggers?"

She nodded.

"Good girl." He handed her her lunch. She gave him a hug, running after her siblings. "Damian..." he sighed. He didn't even want to get started.

"You know what, just take your lunch."

Damian sniffed. "I know, I'm perfect."

A/N: I be on a roll lately! Ok, possibly? I dunno, I feel sad. I dunno why. *Glares* NO- not like Steph. I'm just in need of hot-dogs... and cheetos... anyway! Eh-hem! There we go! Sorry it took so long! :D

~Universe