"Here you are, love," Dick said as he handed you the vegetables he'd just cut up. Wally stood on your other side, the three of you working together to make dinner. You were in one of their hoodies, most likely one they shared. It was a rare night that all of you were off work or patrol, and the simple domesticity was something you all needed.

You added the veggies to the pot, then Wally poured in the broth you had set out. He wasn't great at cooking, but he wanted to be included. He had a goofy grin on his face as you turned on the burner, stepping back to let it cook. "We did it!"

Dick gave him a look, shaking his head. "No, you did one thing." Dick leaned back against the counter, arms crossed.

Wally pouted, looking at you for help. "I helped! Tell him!" He wrapped his arms around you, holding your back to his chest when you turned to Dick. "He's being mean."

Dick scoffed, but a grin spread across his face anyways. "I am not! You helped with one thing! That does not mean you had a significant contribution."

Wally whined, pouting further as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "At least you love me," he mumbled to you. Dick rolled his eyes.