A.N/ Holy crackshot, Batman! More of a headcanon than anything else.

Disclaimer: I don't own YJ.

Everybody knew Batman was rich. Well, it was never mentioned out right, but obviously the Caped Crusader and his Boy Wonder had to pay for all their fancy gadgets somehow, right?

Of course, the Team didn't exactly spend time with Batman, so it wasn't as bothering – frankly, when he wasn't giving missions, it was if the Bat was nothing more than a spectre, an urban legend. Which, when you think about it, was sort of the point. Nevertheless, the Team did however spend quite a lot of time with Robin, which could sometimes lead to surprised looks and awkward silences.

Those moments were far and in between, but still they happened. The Team would be out in Happy Harbour, and Robin would surprise them by treating them all to something, casually waving around hundred dollar bills as if it was nothing. Artemis especially found herself grudgingly asking him for money – her mother's medication was expensive. Or he would nonchalantly ask if one of his friends wanted to play some new videogame, sometimes ones that weren't released yet. And he acted as if this was totally normal to him. Their little bird was a wealthy one indeed.

Most of the time, though, it wasn't flagrant. Robin, despite his circus-like fighting style, wasn't a show off. Not when it came to material possessions in any case. Which all added up the overall surprise the Team showed when he did make reference to it.

This could be considered one of those times.

The team of heroic partners was relaxing on the Rhode Island beach, enjoying a day without trouble for the covert squad. Sitting under a parasol that M'gann had set up, the teenagers were spending time together, chatting as friends rather than co-workers. Of course, it wasn't totally normal; Miss Martian had assumed her green form, Robin was still wearing his sunglasses and had his utility belt draped over his shoulder. Although, this was normal for them.

In the midst of Artemis and Wally trying to explain the concept of Pokémon to the two aliens in the group, a sudden ringing went off, making everybody jump. When nobody reacted to the ringtone, Robin blinked once behind the shades before scrambling for his utility belt.

"Crap, crap, crap," he muttered frantically as he threw open compartments, searching for the source of the sound. Several pairs of eyebrows were lifted – at first because this was the closest Robin had ever come to swearing, and then when their owners saw the pile that was forming.

The comm. Link that the Team used on missions. A comm. Link with the Bat-symbol on it, and then another one they all recognized as their mentors using, the JLA kind. Some sort of yellow communicator with a T on it. An iPod touch, a GPS tracker, something that looked like a radio post, a jungle of tracers and mics, at least three smart phones.

While the others gaped at this treasure trove of technology, Robin finally found the phone that was ringing and wearily slid his finger across the screen to answer it, rising to his feet and walking a distance away to take the call. After a few minutes, the boy wonder returned, only to see his friends staring at him as if he had sprouted two heads.

He scowled at them. "What?"

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