I'm sure this was supposed to come out in time for one of Dick's canon birthdays and that would be the joke but I'm so behind that I'm either early or late for the next one so maybe the joke is the friends we made along the way

"Do you have any plans for Friday?" M'gann asked. Robin thought about it for a moment and then double-checked his calendar to be sure. Most of his days were filled up with various things he needed to do, ranging from homework to solving a murder case, but that Saturday was free. He rarely had big gaps in his calendar but he wasn't about to complain about it. It was probably booked out for a check-up that got moved to somewhere else. Maybe he could move whatever they were doing Friday to the day after.

"Doesn't look like it. Why?"

"Do you have the Saturday night after free?" she added, ignoring his question and giving him an eager grin. He raised an eyebrow at her but still considered it. He could move some things around so it could be free too and it would likely make his week busier but nothing he couldn't handle. Besides, if M'gann was asking him about those days she likely wanted a sleepover and to hang out the next day. He found it difficult to say no when she asked him directly since he knew it took her a lot of mental hyping up to ask much of him even after knowing each other for a year. He supposed the mask made it difficult to not come across as his hero persona rather than a regular kid.

"Yep," he answered.

"Great! That means you can sleep over here on Friday and then spend the day with us on Saturday. If Batman is okay with it of course. I don't want to get you in trouble with him if you're needed or if he has some surprise plans."

"Don't worry about it, he'll probably be fine with it," he replied. Batman wouldn't be over the moon about losing some support since the weekends were always the worst but if he told Alfred before telling his mentor, he'd be allowed to go without much of an argument. The butler always fretted about his social life probably because he didn't want to look after two equally introverted adults when he was old. Well, older. "Any reason why you wanna hang out then?"

"To celebrate duh! I'll go let the others know and we'll handle the rest of it. It'll be the best one you've had in years!" she told him, floating off to spread the news with a giant giddy grin. He frowned to himself and looked at the calendar again. There were no national holidays that weekend, not even a stupid one that didn't get him any time off school like some old president's birthday so what was there to celebrate? Maybe it was a Martian holiday he wasn't aware of and she thought it was a regular thing on Earth too. Did that mean he had to buy her something or was this a national holiday deal where you just have a meal together? He groaned inwardly and rubbed his eyes. His week was booked up, especially now that he had to move things from Friday to earlier, so he could only hope he could stop by a store on his way over to pick something out. 

"I need a break," he muttered to himself. Maybe he would be graced one after getting a grade two concussion...again.

Dick decided the best time to ask was when they were all together in the cave. It was neutral ground in a sense, with the outside as Batman and Robin Bruce's territory and the manor being Alfred's. He also wanted a quick escape if his question ended in bickering between the two. He hated when they bickered at the best of times but he especially hated it when he was already overworked.

"Alfred, do you think I could spend Friday and Saturday with the team? M'gann planned a sleepover on Friday and then wants to hang out after. Some holiday or something," Dick asked that evening. His question had caught the attention of not only his butler but his mentor too and both looked confused by his request. He partially understood why because he didn't often ask for sleepovers with people who weren't Wally and there weren't any holidays that weekend either. It was too risky to go on them not only because of his night job but also because of his nightmares. He didn't particularly enjoy scaring the shit out of anyone who had the misfortune of inviting him over but he knew the rooms in Mount Justice were soundproofed for Connor's benefit so he should be fine.

"I planned a special breakfast for Saturday," Alfred said, disappointed. He must've seen something in one of his cookbooks that he wanted to try out. Bruce wasn't the best with his feedback, the most descriptive he got was that something was good or bad, but Dick was usually better. He at least gave better responses if not hampered by his slightly childish palette. Honestly, he didn't know why Alfred tried with them anymore.

"Oh, I can be back for it?"

"No, no, I don't want you rushing your time with your friends. I'll just move it to Sunday."

"Are you sure you want to stay there?" Bruce asked. He was probably worrying about their patrol and admittedly Dick was a little worried about it too. He never did well with change and the only times he didn't go on patrol were due to missions that he'd been aware of at least a week before or illness. It would be weird to not be trapped in bed but instead at a sleepover. He didn't really know what to do at the sleepover either since it was for some mystery holiday. Maybe he should look up some general ideas or discreetly ask Martian Manhunter what the hell he was supposed to expect.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I know the Friday wasn't originally booked off but I could have all the work done if that's what you're worried about," he answered. Bruce glanced to his butler for some support only to receive a stone-cold glare. 

"Of course not. It's uh great that you're spending time with your friends," he replied stiltedly.

"So you're cool with it?"

"Yep." 

"Thanks, B. I don't even know what it's for so I have no idea what to bring. Maybe I should bring food or something," he suggested. The older pair stared at him in confusion before quickly covering their looks with poker faces. 

"I doubt they expect you to come bearing gifts," was all Alfred said on the matter. He thought he better at least pick up something from the shops on the way over just in case. If it wasn't a gift-giving thing then he'd just stash it in his room.

When it came time for the sleepover, he found that he never had a moment to get in touch with Martian Manhunter about what he was supposed to bring or what he was supposed to expect when he got there. He did find time on the way over to grab a bucket of random sweets and a cookbook if he needed something more specific. He put them all in the first gift bag he saw in the shop and made his way to Mount Justice completely prepared to make a fool out of himself. If he was lucky, he could play on his embarrassment and go to his room where he could get a nap in.

In his attempt to clear his Friday and Saturday completely, he'd gone from a typical four hours of sleep to two and he was really feeling the effects. He knew he wouldn't get the greatest grade on the homework he'd done and when he looked back on his notes with a clearer mind they'd likely make no sense whatsoever but M'gann had been so excited for him to come over. He could sleep when he was dead. Probably dead from sleep deprivation. 

Robin stepped into the teleporter with a sigh. Why did he agree to all of this when it was far more work than it was potentially worth? This was why he didn't bother with making friends with people in school because it was just so exhausting trying to juggle being Robin and budding relationships. His friends had to be in the hero business to even make the investment in friendship worth something and not just some failed attempt at getting to know one another. If it had been anyone other than a teammate, he would've said no even if he was free. Yet it had been a teammate that asked him and he'd be lying if there was no excitement underneath his sleep-deprived frustration. 

M'gann met him as soon as he stepped into the cave with a bright smile and tightly clasped hands, signs she was desperate to tell him something but too ecstatic to do so. 

"Right on time, we're waiting for you in the kitchen," she said before grabbing his bicep and leading him along as though he was some child who would run into the busy road the moment you let go of them. He willingly let himself be pulled along, too tired to fight it and feeling a little reassured that if he passed out right now there would be someone to save his head from hitting the floor. 

She was saying something to him but it mostly sounded like a string of consciousness which she did when she was nervous so he elected to ignore it. Not because he didn't care but because his brain was currently preoccupied with keeping him upright. He barely noticed when they stopped in the doorway and when he saw the decorations, he was even more confused about what this celebration was for. 

Birthday streamers had been put up along with handmade banners all saying happy birthday and suddenly he felt like his gift was horrible. Like he may as well have put a dead frog in the cheap gift bag. Wouldn't he have someone's birthday on the calendar? Had he forgotten to do so after a long night? Did he get distracted?

"What's that?" Connor asked, pointing at the bright gift bag the acrobat was holding. 

"A present," he answered.

"Who from?" Wally inquired. He tilted his head in confusion.

"Me, duh."

"You bought yourself a present and wrapped it?" Artemis quizzed. "That's a little sad."

"It's not for me, it's for M'gann. I think. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it's supposed to be a group thing or not so I just sorta went in between?"

"Why would your birthday be a group thing?" M'gann fretted. She frantically looked over to the others to check she was right to ask and felt more secure when they looked equally confused. However, she couldn't place why Robin looked confused too.

"It's not my birthday." 

All eyes then fell on Wally who presumably let the team know when his birthday was. It was most likely done from a place of kindness so he didn't feel left out. Everyone else, including Connor who used the day they found him as his birthday, had something done to celebrate. It was sweet but today wasn't his birthday. 

"Rob, your birthday is tomorrow. That's why we're doing it a day early because your weekends are really busy." They looked back to the vigilante who looked thoroughly bewildered. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I've slept!"

"When did you sleep though?"

"It doesn't matter, it's not my birthday soon. It's the 21st." They continued to stare at him although they were considerably more concerned than confused. "What?"

"That's tomorrow," Connor deadpanned.

"No, it's not. We're on the...it's...hm." He quickly pulled up his holographic screen and looked for the date. 21st. "So it is. It's my birthday."

"I think your birthday gift for now should be a nap. You look exhausted," Kaldur commented with a concerned expression shared amongst his friends. 

"No, no, it's fine. You put so much work into this already and I don't-"

"Dude," Wally said, running over in the blink of an eye to stand beside his friend. "Sleep."

"I'll have a nap."

"You have to sleep until dinner."

"An hour before dinner."

"No dinner. That's final."

"It's my birthday."

"You forgot it was your birthday!"