"Hey Babs," Dick says as he makes himself a sandwich for lunch. "Want anything for lunch?"

"No, I got to go to a meeting with my dad," she says with a slight frown.

"That sucks."

"I know." She sighs. "It's going to be soooooooooo boring. I want to work on my left hook in the boxing ring, but nooooo I have to go to a stupid meeting."

"Do you have to go?" He puts the sandwich up to his mouth as he was about to take a bite.

"Is that ham and cheese?" Jason takes the sandwich from Dick and takes a gaint bite. "Needs mayo," he says with his mouthful. He heads over to the fridge and rummages.

"Hungry much?" Barbra says as Jason looks up with the sandwich in his mouth, frozen pork chops in his armpits and armfuls of food.

"Inninnnsb streaassmm eatmsnb," he mumble because the sandwich was in his mouth.

"English please," Dick says. Jason spits out the sandwich.

"I'm stress eating, now give me back my sandwich!"

"YOUR SANDWICH?!" Dick says.

"Why are you stress eating?" Barbra pushes Dick before he pork chops Jason. See what I did there?

"Bruce wanted to talk to me."

"So?" Barbra looks at him with confusion. Dick starts making another sandwich. Jason puts down all the food.

"FLIPPING BRUCE WAYNE WANTS TO TALK WITH ME!!!! BATMAN MIGHT FIRE ME!!!! GET THIS THROUGH YOUR HEAD WOMAN!!!!" Barbra then slaps Jason across the face. "What was that for?!"

"Being crazy," Barbra says. Then Dick turns around and slaps Jason.

"What was that for?"

"Eating my sandwich!" Tim walks in.

"Oh are we playing Punch Jason?" He jabs Jason in the gut causing him to fall to his knees. The front door flies open.

"Hello loserrr...uhhhh what is going on?" Natty looks at everyone in a confused manner. Everyone went into 'quick! act natural' mode. "Can we all pretend that I never saw that?" Everyone nods. "Okay then, I came to practice my right hook with Barbra in the gym."

"Sure," Barbra says as she grabs two water bottles. "Let's go."
                           *At the gym*
"So what you want to do is-"

"I'll take it from her Babs," Dick says moving Barbra out of the way of the punching bag. "You have to brace yourself and clench your fists like this." Dick demonstrates as he pinched the bag. Barbra and Natty both look unimpressed. After two more minutes of Dick explain things, he said, "You can just call me Master Punch." Barbra and Natty start laughing.

"Okay, Master Punch," Natty says as she stops to laugh more. "Your fly is down." Dick quickly looks down, turns around and zips his fly.

"Your punch looked pretty FLY!!!" Barbra jokes and high fives Natty. Dick's face was now red as the Poison Ivy's hair. Dick didn't talk much that day.