Title: Red, Green, and Yellow

Author: InvisibleBrunette

Rating: K+

Summary: "Why does the kitchen look like Wally and Bart ran a few laps through here?"

Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top?

Disclaimer: Sadly, no matter how much I want them, they're not mine.

"Guys?"

Bowls, spoons, and pans littered most of the surfaces. Flour was everywhere, the counters, the table, and even on top of the refrigerator. Dick's eyebrows rose slightly, now how had they managed that feat? Never had been more relieved that Alfred was busy with the Outsiders and not here to see the disaster formally known as his kitchen.

"Tim? Damian?" the new Dark Knight called out to his suspiciously absent brothers. "Why does the kitchen look like Wally and Bart ran a few laps through here?"

Dick wandered into the living area, and spotted a single half of a foot print about Damian's shoe size. Something was up. The kid would have a cow if he knew he had left proof with his involvement, and he knew it wasn't just him. That mess was much too big for a ten year old to make themselves. Even if said ten year old was Damian Wayne. But maybe, maybe it was a clue... He wouldn't put it past his younger brothers to do something like that. Ah, there was another one. So it was a trail...

Okay then. Challenge accepted. He was Batman for pity's sake, he could follow a few clues. It sort of reminded of that TV show Lian used to watch all the time. What was it again? it had that little blue animated dog... Blue's Clues! That was it! And instead of following blue paw prints, he was following small shoe prints. Did that make him the hyper guy in the ugly sweater? Ack! Focus, Dick. There's another shoe print, follow it.

"Guys? Answer me, will ya?" Gah. Those little twerps. Mute twerps apparently. He was ready to get to the bottom of this mess, but that can't happen if no one would answer when he called. "Where are you two- Ulp!" A second later, Dick was flat on his rear, and sitting in what appeared to be a long smear of toothpaste on the otherwise clean floor.

The loud thud brought his brothers out, and away from whatever they had been up to in Dick's room. "You okay?" Tim asked, giving his big brother a hand up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why is there toothpaste on the floor?" he asked once he was back on his feet.

"That is not toothpaste Richard. It is icing" Damian supplied helpfully.

"What?" the new Dark Knight asked, looking blankly between the floor and his youngest brother. Icing? Why on earth- wait... "Why were you two in my room?"

Well..." Tim scratched the back of his neck. A gesture he had picked up from his older brother when they had gone undercover as Robbie and Jack Malone. The eighteen year old pushed open the door to Dick's bedroom. "Happy birthday Dick"

The room was filled with balloons and streamers of red, green, and yellow. Robin's colors. There was a lop-sided cake, sitting a little too close to the edge of his bed on one of Alfred's good trays, right next to an impression about the same size as Damian's butt. And several brightly wrapped presents sat around and on his pillows.

"Do you like it Brother?" his youngest brother asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. After all, he had an image to mantain.

"I love it." Dick ruffled both of his little brother's hair. "Thank you"

"Good" Damian gave a satified nod. "Now let us go and eat cake"

THE END

A/N: Happy birthday Huffy!

"Every now and then I have the feeling that I've totally lost my mind. It's a great feeling" -Nightwing