Being friends with Wally and Dick was fun, they were great people; fun, loving, knew when to be gentle, and accepting of you no matter what. Now that wasn’t to say they wouldn’t get pissed if someone made fun of you, picked on you or did something to hurt you or your feelings.

See, you happen to be on the bigger side in terms of weight. Well, who could you blame you, being SA’d and getting pregnant. With a child you didn’t have much time for yourself. Yet this never deterred Dick or Wally. Fact is, it made them love you more, to them you were still their sweet and pretty girl.

But.. as months passed, they noticed a lack of eating on your end, you weren’t endulging into your favourites anymore, fact is, you seemed to only down shakes, no matter how weirdly coloured they were. And you were exercising a lot.

But it came back to rear its ugly head at you, when you started throwing up. Course, you tried hiding it from Dick and Wally, but that failed. They noticed. Big time. But they waited for you to come talk to them, like you used to. And when you didn’t, they took that as an incentive to intervene.

“Pretty girl..? You here?” Dick calls gently as he and Wally wait outside the door to your quarters in the YJL tower. The ever sweet first adopted son of Bruce Wayne is leaning against the wall beside your door, arms crossed with a worried expression over his pretty face.

“Sweet girl, open the door.. please? We’re worried for you.” Wally says after Dick, worry lacing both of their tones as they wait on you to open the door. The red head, usually going far too fast in life, is patiently waiting, like Dick, against the wall, arms crossed with a frown etching his also pretty face.