-Didn't have a good title...-

When everyone on the team came downstairs for breakfast, the Wayne kids were already up, fighting over food. The youngest hopped up onto a chair at the breakfast table.

"Morning." Wally gently pressed the scrap of paper unto the kid's placemat.

 Dick grabbed it and thrust it into his pocket. He hadn't told his siblings that he'd apologized. The only thing Jason found more pathetic than crying in public was apologizing for it. "Hi."

"What food do you have?"

Tim broke away from fighting Jason to give a brief explanation. "On weekends we take turns cooking, but on weekdays.. free for all." He shoulder checked his brother and took the box or cereal they'd been fighting over.

M'gann floated through the doorway. She stopped and patted the seven year old's hair. "I forgive you."

"Forgive 'im for what?" Jason asked, shoving a whole piece of bread in his mouth.

"Nothing!" Dick said quickly. He looked up at her. "What do you want to eat? I'll show you what we have."

They ate quickly, the siblings fighting over the best food, and discussed the day's plans. Jason was going to the arcade with Kori, Barbra had a summer gymnastics class, and Tim had to pick things up from the library. The team didn't have anything on, except Artemis, who'd made plans with friends, and Conner, who needed to visit Wolf.

"Can I meet your dog?" Dick asked as soon as he heard the word 'wolf'.

"Uhh, maybe." Conner was a little worried about letting a child meet wolf. Wolf wasn't dangerous at all, he'd never hurt a kid, but the little boy might pester him and pull on his fur.

"Is that yes?" He asked.

"Dick, don't pressure him." Tim reminded. "He can say no if he wants."

"I want to meet him. You don't know how to care for a canine like that." Damian stated.

"I know how to take care of my own dog." 

"Yeah, Damian, don't be a little shit!" 

M'gann lowered  her glass, making eye contact with her boyfriend. "Maybe We can bring him over, just to say hello..."

Conner sighed. "I'll see how he's doing, and then maybe, I'll bring him over to visit in the evening."

"YES!" Dick pumped his fist excitedly.

"Calm down." Damian scowled, getting up to grab the milk. He leaned on the open fridge door moodily. "We need to go to the store."

"You guys have money to grocery shop by yourselves?" Wally asked.

"Baywatch, We're IN A MANSION, I think they might have some money laying around..." Artemis elbowed him.

"Richard, are you going to come to the store with me?"

"When?" Dick looked up from sipping the milk out of his cereal bowl.

"This afternoon."

"Kay!" Dick finished his milk, wiped his mouth, and clattered to the kitchen. He clambering onto the stand-me-up and dropped his dishes in the sink. "Dibs Not washing!" Dick dropped to the floor.

Instantly, the other siblings dropped off their chairs, lying on the floor with shouts of: 'dibs'. The team stared in mild confusion. 

"We'll just wash our own dishes." M'gann stated, floating her and Conner's dishes to the sick.

"No, Timmy was the last one, he'll wash!"

"Was not!"

"Damian was last, I saw 'im!"

"It was Todd!"

"Nuh uh, Babs is right! It was Tim!" Jason climbed back onto his chair.

"Yeah, it was Timmy!" Dick shouted.

Tim groaned and got up, stumbling to the sink. "Throw your dishes in, guys. if they aren't there by the time I'm done, you have to wash them yourself."

"Those aren't The rules, Timothy!"

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"Do you want anything from the store?" Dick asked, leaning against the couch where M'gann was sitting.

"Oh, you don't have to buy food for us." She exclaimed, reaching over and scrunching her hair. She found it hard to keep her hands off his hair.

"No, we have money." Dick assured. "You can come if you want."

"Would your brother be okay with that?" She asked.

"It doesn't matter." He replied. "Damian's not okay with anything, so he won't care."

She smiled at him. "Well, I guess I could help carry groceries..."

"Yay!" Dick grinned. "Invite your  friends, the other's deserted us, so we'll have fun alone!"

"Okay... maybe ask your brother first..."

The boy huffed. "Fine." He ran out.

M'gann smiled, leaning against her Boyfriend's shoulder in the warm friday light. "That kid has you wrapped around his finger, huh?" Conner asked.

"Maybe." She replied. 

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Conner had agreed to tag along, too, and Damian had given the okay. He seriously didn't care. Dick was riding on the side of the cart, babbling away excitedly to their two guests, who smiled and nodded, half-listening..

"Richard, you're bothering them." Damian stated, honestly, he was just a little embarrassed with Dick's friendlyness.

"Oh." His baby brother's face fell. Dick had a habit of chattering, and going on side tangents, even with perfect strangers.

M'gann put her hands up. "It's fine, we don't mind."

Whenever someone called Dick out for babbling, he felt too stupid to even open his mouth again. Damian actually managed to shut him up for almost ten minutes, quite the feat.

Conner stopped to oggle a display of monster energy drinks. "You can put those in the cart." Dick said. Conner shrugged and grabbed four different Monsters. God, he hoped his debit card wouldn't get declined, he lived dangerously and never checked the balence.

M'gann grabbed herself a bag of double stuffed oreos. "Can we? We Need to!" She asked her boyfriend, with full puppy eyes.

"We both have our vices." He shrugged.

"Put 'em in the cart, we're paying." Dick said, puling the front of the cart towards the the check out. Damian gave his brother the 'Stop offering to pay for people I don't even like'  look.

"It's okay, we'll pay." M'gann assured.

"No, we'll doing it!" Dick ordered, he wanted to be nice. Conner place the divider between their groceries, but Dick got on his tiptoes and removed it, insisting yet again to pay.

He also insisted on tipping the cashier, because that's what happens when you grow up with a rich dad. Also, growing up with Jason as a big brother, Dick learned how to guilt people into tipping.

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"Dick helped with Dinner." Barbra reported, bringing a pot of pasta to the table. 

"Dick helped? I did almost everything!" Jason protested, throwing himself down in his seat.

Barbra tossed a spaghetti noodle at Jason. "Yes, but Dick helped." Dick stuck out his tongue.

"Whatever, it's Friday. So I get to pick the movie." The fourteen year old said. 

"What are you going to choose, Jay?" Tim asked suspiciously. 

Jason thought for a second. "Insidious."

"NO!"

-Fun Fact: Martian Manhunter used to eat Oreos, but they ran into legal issues, so they had to change the name to Choccos. That's why I often write M'gann as loving Oreos-