-kind of related to my older part:Dick Is Short.-

Robin was working- actually working, on a mission report, when it happened. He knew M'gann was on the couch behind him, but he didn't really notice, until...

"Wait, hold on-" She abruptly reached over his shoulder, fulling his hand back from typing. "Your wrist is so tiny!" She squealed, wrapping her hand around his wrist. He he pulled his wrist back. "Sorry, I've just never seen a boy with such small wrists."

"Uh, thanks." He tried not to sound defensive. "My wrists are Actually pretty average... most of me is about the size of a normal thirteen year old."

"Except you're really strong."

"Yea."

"Cause you're an acrobat."

"Yea."

"Hmm." She shrugged, turning away to work on her school-reading book.

Dick continued to work, brushing it off as M'gann still being new to human anatomy. 

"I'm just saying-"

"WELL DON'T."

"You can only buy cold pockets! You have to add the Hot yourself!" Wally argued.

"No, that's not valid! They're called hot pockets because you're EXPECTED to add the heat. No one has ever had the pockets without the hot!"

"Well, Artemis, you're a girl, so you don't have pockets OR hot!"

 She scoffed angrily, slapping him across the face. "JERK! Also, I'm not hot cause I'm a girl? Gay much?"

He slapped her across the face. "What Did I Do?"

She gasped dramatically. "WALLY! You can't hit a girl!"

"You can't hit a boy either! Get outta the past! If you hit me, I hit you!"

She tutted. "Whatever."

Wally strolled over to him. "Hey Rob, what're you doing?"

Dick didn't look up, his brow scrunched. "Mission Report for Batman. I'm trying to make 'we blew up an empty school' sound endearing."

"Nice, Up-top!" Wally held his hand up. Dick high-fived, still looking at the screen. 

"Wait- hold on!" Artemis interupted. "Wait-wait-wait- put your hands back! Put 'em back." Quizically, the boys replaced their hands. "Look at that size difference!" 

Robin's hand was a solid inch smaller than Wally's. Wally let out a bark of laughter as Dick scowled and pulled his hand back. "Shut up, Wally."

"You're so small!"

"I'm thirteen; trust me, I'm working on it!" He spat.

"But I was 5'4 when I was thirteen."

"Well, Artemis,  you are freakishly tall and skinny!" He defended. 

"You're a dick." She replied flatly. "And you're short. And your hand is shorter that his. You are a short dick."

Wally burst into laughter. "SHORT DICK! Even she knows it"

She frowned at him. "Jesus, Wally, it's not THAT funny."

He shook his head, giggling. "Sorry, sorry, it's an inside joke!" The redhead patted Dick on the head. "You're small." He said affectionately.

"You're an idiot." Dick relied. "How do you spell 'spontaneous'? As in; 'The building burst into spontaneous flame?'."

Wally thought for a second. "S-P-O-N-T-A-N-E-O-U-S." He stated. "How much do you wiegh again?" 

Dick groaned. "That was Spontaneous."

"Hey- you asked me a question."

Dick moaned deeply. "I am 70 lbs."

"Jesus!" Artemis exclaimed. "Seventy pounds? Do you not eat ANYTHING?" Dick shrugged. "Are you hearing this, Ms. M?"

She nodded, concernadly. "How much is he supposed to weigh?"

"Like, a hundered!" The blonde stated.

M'gann's brain prossessed briefly. "Oh, wow. Well, He's really fit since he's an acrobat."

"Probably." Wally leaned on Robin's head. "He's very small, but M'gann's right: HE FIT."

Dick rolled his eyes. "I always hear that..."

"Sure you do." Artemis snorted. "If 'he's fit' is code for 'he's a brat who's four feet tall and has girl lips' Then, yeah."

Dick scowled. "What even are 'girl lips'?" 

"Look in the mirror." She countered.

Dick slapped his computer shut. "Y'know what? I'll finish this at home." He stood up and picked up his computer, heading for the tubes.

"WHOA!" Wally exclaimed. "How much does that weigh?"

Dick paused. "About ten pounds?"

"DUDE, THAT IS 1/7 OF YOUR WEIGHT!"

Dick scoffed and turned around. "Sure, whatever."

Artemis watched him go. "Bold words for a kid who's three-foot-tall."