Oooo could you write one where Dick is being a little shit, so Artemis and Beast Boy give him raspberries after pinning him down?
"Oh my god! Dick, can I please get a single second of silence?" Artemis shouts in exasperation, "how does Wally put up with this all the time?"
"Is Wally any better?" Dick asks, hanging with one hand from the chandelier.
"At least he's not raining ash down on us from the popcorn ceiling," Gar yawns, having woken up from his nap to the feeling of dust falling on his face. "Dick, can you, like, take a chill pill?"
"No can do, Gar! Alfred started giving Bruce stronger coffee because Bruce has been falling asleep at his desk more because he's getting old but Alfred doesn't know that I drink Bruce's coffee too so now we're both getting an extra dose of caffeine in our days, isn't that great? Tell me it's great. I know it's great."
"Dick!" Artemis yells when a piece of white dust lands directly on her nose, "the chandelier was not made for you to do your Flying Graysons tricks on!"
"Are you sure? I feel like Bruce definitely could've foreseen this and I think it would have been pretty smart if he had installed super duper strong chandeliers because I always swing on the chandeliers at the Manor. They're super strong, don't you think? I think so."
Gar rolls his eyes before morphing into an eagle, flying up to where Dick is doing quadruple flips on the chandelier and grabbing the back of his shirt in his beak, returning the boy to the ground.
"Aww, c'mon, Gar! I want to fly, you can fly, it's not fair, I want to fly!"
"Okay," Artemis says once Gar has placed Dick in front of her, "here's what we're going to do. You," she points a finger into Dick's chest, "are going to take a fucking nap. There's no way that your coffee high is healthy, and this feels like something we're going to have to bring up to Wally later."
"Wally? He doesn't need to know. He's my boyfriend, you know? His job is to sit there and be pretty, and he's really good at that. So good in fact-"
"Dick, did you take in anything I said?" Artemis asks, mouth agape.
"You said something about Wally. I think he's in Atlantic City right now, something about a bad speedster? How do the bad ones get powers? I don't-"
"Dick!" Gar shouts, back in his human form, "you gotta calm down, buddy."
"I am calm, I swear. I feel great, I feel like- AH!" Dick recoiled with a giggle when Artemis had stuck a finger into his side in an attempt to silence the Robin.
Her eyes lit up, a wicked smile growing on her face, and her fingers were quick to repeat their motion. She skitters her fingers up and down his sides and ribs, pleased with the result.
Gar joins, having picked up a feather that had fallen to the floor in his bird form to tickle along Dick's ears and collarbones, eliciting adorable, squeaky giggles from hi,/
"Ahahartemis! Gahahahar!" Nohoho!" Dick giggled, squirming where he stood. "Stahahahap! Ihihit tihihihickles!"
"That's like, the whole point, Robin," Artemis laughs, "you don't seem to be moving a whole lot, though."
She pulls Dick in by the waist until he's splayed across her lap, giggling himself silly.
It's safe to say Dick ends up taking a nap, eventually.
And maybe later Wally thinks the coffee dilemma deserves a round two.
