Colonel Mustang's company receives a distress call -- coming from Alphonse Elric's AI.

One girl in all the galaxy.

When they told her story they harped on her innocence, her brazen cloak, the dangers of talking to strangers and straying from the path. Red agreed that those were dangers. After weeks of catching her breath, she did not agree they were wrongs.

When Azula invents a board game, everyone suffers.

"I'd be doing humanity a favor." Tim grinds out, "And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I've done worse."

"... Bat... man...?" he asked finally. His answer was silence. "Are you... here about the show...? You're here about the show. We're — this is all above-the-board, legally speaking."

Jason's doing it for the cash, or so he tells himself. [Written for the Fluff Week challenge on tumblr.]

(Prompt: I want to see Batman acting as a parental figure towards Robin. And to be awesome at it. You could maybe include hugs?) "Batman is looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes that anyone else would be likely to find intimidating, but which Robin knows well enough to interpret as Batman's 'what is the appropriate way to respond to people who are actually remotely normal' face."

Jason, Cass and early Saturday morning grocery shopping.

"On the bright side," Dick says as he shimmies down the building, "You didn't raise a group of homicidal, raging, vengeful killers and sociopaths so much as you raised a group of emotionally-volatile, obsessive, spiteful vigilantes and paper pushers."

“Journalism Club? Oh my GOD Supey that is SO BORING,” Wally marvels.

“If I had known offering him a sandwich because it was four in the morning and he had blood loss would result into having a permanent installation in my house I’d have off’ed him myself.”

"You know." Dick says, when he opens his eyes, "Santa normally eats the cookies."