"I don't think this counts as Christmas shopping," Wally said, hanging off the end of Dick's bed while Dick sat beside him, laptop in his lap, scrolling through some archery site. "It's the middle of September, dude."

"Bruce and Alfred won't pity me I leave this too long," Dick replied, clicking on an item that looked interesting. "Besides, I haven't bought anything yet. Artemis probably gets archery-related gifts all the time. I've got to get this right."

"Didn't her microwave break the other day? You could always get her a new one."

"Already did that. It should be at her house tomorrow. But that's not a Christmas present. That's an I can afford it so of course going to help you out present."

"You're creepily efficient sometimes, you know that?"

"I'm pretty sure that creepy efficiency has saved your life at least seven times this year."

"Yeah, yeah, don't have to rub it in."

"Maybe I'll knock one off the you owe me one tally if you help me figure out a present for Artemis."

Wally shrugged.

"Dude, you dated her."

"I always went for chocolate when I couldn't think of anything to get her. Um... she's always losing her hair-ties. Why not just buy her a massive box of those?"

Dick snorted, closing the website. "You're hopeless."

Wally flopped onto Dick's shoulder, resting his chin there. "Giving up?"

Dick tapped Wally's nose with a finger. "For now. This is why everybody should start figuring this out months in advance. What about M'gann? Got any expert tips on presents for her?"

"Isn't there some Hello, Megan! anniversary box set coming out soon?"

"I'll talk to Conner before I order that, just in case. But good idea."

"I can be useful sometimes."

"Yes, Wally."

"Did you just pull a yes, dear on me?"

Dick smirked a little, finding the box set and saving the page for later. "I don't remember calling you dear, but okay."

"My dad does the same thing to Mum sometimes. Come on."

"Yes, dear."

"I hate you so much," Wally groaned into Dick's shoulder. Dick ran his fingers through the other boy's hair. Wally sighed into his touch and all the remaining tension rolled out of his body, leaving Dick semi-trapped under a speedster whose body had gained several properties generally possessed by non-Newtonian fluids.

"No you don't," he said smugly, blowing a raspberry into Wally's scalp.