He made breakfast and laid the small table over her. "Did you sleep well?"

Felicity sat up, staring at the eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her. "I couldn't sleep because someone wouldn't stop singing."

He laughed. "I was keeping the nasty boys away."

"You're a nasty boy." Felicity snorted with a playful smile, she took a bite of her bacon.

"Oh, is innocent Felicity thinking something..." He bent down and leaned towards Feilcitys now blushing face. His hands gripped the bed sheets. "Naughty?"

Felicity couldn't stand that voice. That deep voice with the ultimate sexual tension, the longing, the secrets.

"Three, two, one." She whispered. "Shut up." She said loudly gently pushing off the food stand. Dick laughed, he held out his hand to her in which she still took it. He lifted her up from her bed.

"You know I'll never act like that with you."

"You just did."

"Well, you know, I'll never do anything like that with you."

Felicity took some toast off the plate and tilted her head. "Yeah, why is that?"

"Cause you're a Robin. And unlike Tim, I don't date the Robins."

"Only the batgirls?" She said more as a statement then a question.

He laughed. "Yes. OH!" He paused with a somewhat surprised look. "But only one Batgirl. Not the others. First one." He numbered one finger. "Yupp." He smiled.

Felicity rolled her eyes. "So...aren't you glad I'm going to be the last Robin?"

"Who said you were? Kids pop up left and right."

"I'm thinking of forcing Bruce into retirement."

"That won't work. We've all tried." He took some bacon off her plate. "Talking about Robins, Damians doing well."

"You still hate him, don't you?"

"Dating my daughter. How can I not?"

Felicity pats his chest. "Don't worry, Dick. They're happy together, your letting this affect you more then it should. They've been dating for a couple years..."

"Don't remind me." Dick looked away.

Felicity moved into her bathroom. "Getting dressed?" Dick called. "You wanna help?" She called back. After a few moments she came back out wearing her gray dress with orange sides. She slipped on her shoes while Dick, behind her, tied her hair back into her ponytail.

"Can you teleport me to The Queens?" She asked.

"I'll do even better." Dick winked. "HOT DOG STAND!"

"We already ate breakfast!"

"Too late!" They were teleported into an alley. A homeless man stared at them. Felicity, looking fresh, and Dick, looking like an untidy mama's boy with that stupid smile on his face. Dick winked at the homeless man and slipped his arm around Felicitys shoulder. "Let's go!" Felicity sighed.

Id rather be with Batman, she thought grimly but it wasn't really true.

They ordered their meal and Felicity received a phone call from Oliver Queen, her sexy boss, on which some occasions she can't help but stare at.

"Where are you?"

"I'm eating Dick."

"What?" Oliver asked totally confused and surprised.

Dick coughed on his last piece of dog.

"Ah! No! No. Noo. No. I'm with Dick, him and I are eating hot dogs, which I guess you can call dick since-"

"Felicity." Dick and Oliver said and the same time.

"Sorry." She whispered.