"It's tough rattling around the house all by myself," the Sheriff says. "You boys are coming to dinner on Sunday nights from now on. Erica, too. You look like you could some feeding up. Do you eat anything aside from pie?" "Yes?" Derek says. He's not really sure how they ended up here, or how all that pie went so fast.

Troy and Abed meet the in-laws.

"How does someone go from tracking an unknown target to diving to certain death through an impassible hurricane in order to save them? Maybe it goes a bit like this: a few death-defying feats of bravery, a fair bit of flirtation, a whole boatload of social awkwardness, a generous spoonful of sexual attraction. Mix with jokes, touching, taking care of each other, and trust. Season liberally with the spice of the forbidden and some good old-fashioned hormones, and add just a dash of where have you been all my life. Maybe it's not a recipe for true love- but what a way to start. Or: Caine Wise, from first rescue to last."

"Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do."

After the invasion, Natasha’s granddad shows up.

"If once is an incident, twice is coincidence, and three times is a pattern, what's four?" Tim asked. "A mistake," Jason said between clenched teeth. "A big mistake."

Neal doesn't often talk about his family. / Parker said, "This is my grandpa Hermes." [Two interconnected drabbles involving Hermes, God of Thieves.]

The Leverage crew run into a new friend, find some buried treasure, and fight some Nazis. It's a pretty good day.

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."

“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."

The thing about magic is that you can’t do it by yourself. No one person has enough magic in them to do even a minor casting – you need a coven. Parker knew that about magic, which was why she couldn’t trust it.