JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"It's not pink. It's coral. There's a difference." Mary tosses her damp hair over her shoulder as she enters the room, fresh from the shower.

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Wally's busy trying to practice.

Waving his fingers in front of the cupcake.

"Emoceb Etalocohc!"

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"Gesundheit," she replies, leaning over and stealing it from his outstretched hand with a deviant grin.

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She leans into Wally and chuckles into his ear.

"Same thing happened with the waffle. When will you learn?"

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"You said you were going to teach me this stuff, but all I can do right now is unbend paper clips."

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Her eyes flick to Barbara to make sure she's not stressing her husband's absence too much. Her hair conveniently hides the actions. This much time with the League under the training of a certain batlike person has made her much better at internalizing things.

Meanwhile, Wally gets a rib pinched playfully.

"Gotta have a bit more patience, dear. That means sitting still for more than 3 minutes."

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Mary flops into another couch. "That'll come in handy if you have to take up a retirement job at Kinko's." Then she takes a large bite of the cupcake.

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"No eating on the couch," Babs says automatically. "Zee, I don't think Wally can sit still for 3 seconds."

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"You people and your underestimateyness," he blurts, shaking his fist and spilling coral nail polish on his hand.

"Aw, crud..."

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She lifts a brow at Barbara and smirks.

"Given the right incentive..."

She doesn't even bother looking at Wally's hand, instead focusing on the cupcake in her own.

"slianregnif no sgnoleb hsilop liaN."

The pink...er, coral...stuff migrates to Wally's fingertips.

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"Oh, it's you," Babs congratulates Wally. "Brings out your eyes."

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"Cute. Next thing you know I'll be all goth-black-haired and wearing fishnets..."

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"Aunt Dinah could loan you hers." Mary's polished off the cupcake by now, and now she's moved on to licking the crumbs off her fingers. "Where's Dad, anyway?"

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"Watch it." Cupcake frosting graces his nose via the careful appliction by a fingertip. "You like my fishnets even after my additional poundage."

Her eyes slide once more to Barbara at her daughter's question.

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"Pfff... additional poundage, schmadditional schpoundage. You still fill 'em out better than anyone I've ever seen trying it, and that includes all of Mary's goofy friends..."

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He'll get a cushion flung at his head for that. "Not half as goofy as yours!" Yes, she's aware that includes her father.

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A familiar voice cuts through her statement.

Violence so early in the evening, kiddo? I thought I'd raised you better than that.

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"Dick!" Babs' face lights up. "Where've you been? I was starting to wonder if you'd forgotten...."

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"Your daughter just called you goofy, Dickles."

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When have I ever forgotten?

He steps across the room towards her, taking a small, carefully wrapped item from his jacket pocket, and spares a grin for his best friend.

Still unbending paper clips, Wally?

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"Good luck finding a bent one in this whole apartment, Smiley."

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Wally gets another, rougher smooch to the head as she gets up to get Dick some tea and a cupcake.

"One of these days he's going to retaliate and I won't kiss and make it better."

She winks at Mary on her way by.

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Babs eyes the package, then smiles up at her husband. "No, you never have. Is that what kept you so busy?"

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