Warnings: Drabble. Not current canon. Utterly pointless.

Notes: I will never be able to write more than short scenes. Why muse? Why?

Order To Go
by fairady

"Didn't we have a jar of mustard in here just yesterday?" Jack frowned as he stared into the fridge. His half made sandwich lay on the counter.

Dana looked up from her paperwork, "I think Tim used the last of it for a snack last night. I can get some more when I go out later."

"Tim doesn't like mustard," Jack grabbed the mayonnaise and shut the door. "He's hated it since he was little."

"Well, I guess his tastes have changed," she shrugged lightly. "He just about smothered his roast beef sandwich in it."

"Oh," Jack took a bite of his sandwich and grimaced. "Forget about the mustard, Dana. I'm going to go out and get some myself. Just doesn't taste right without it."

"And I'll have a quarter pounder meal with cheese and no mustard," Tim waited for the food while Dana went to get their drinks. Finding a relatively clean table Tim began to dump packets of ketchup on his fries.

"I thought you liked mustard," Dana said as she set his drink down and sat in the opposite seat.

"Nope, that's Dad. I can't stand it," he said. "I mean some stuff tastes good with it, but not much."

"Oh," Dana mentally shrugged. "Thanks for helping me move things into the office."

"No problem," Tim smiled at her.

"Are you actually going to eat that?" Jack smiled at his son. "That's something your grandmother used to always make."

"Yeah, I remember," Tim shrugged as he finished slicing the banana and put them on the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "I've just been wanting to have some lately. Weird, huh?"

"I guess," Jack chuckled as the boy got a glass of milk and handful of chips. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't," Tim called back over his shoulder.

"My home is not a rest stop!"

"Ah, come on Timmy! Just let me in I know your folks are out."

Tim sighed as Nightwing slipped through the open window and disappeared into the hallway. Dick was always weird when he had to go. He flopped onto his bed to wait and began to mentally go through all the ways he could ruin Dick's credit.

He was calculating the damage a world cruise would cause when Dick flopped onto the bed next to him holding a plastic wrapped sandwich. Tim scowled again, "You better not have used all the mustard for that sandwich. My Dad got mad at me the last time you did."

"Nah, it's for Cas," the plastic wrap crinkled as he waved it. "Your mustard is safe for tonight, but I'm afraid your bananas died the good death."

Tim gave up trying to be offended and sighed, "Should've known better than to start feeding you guys."

"Yeah, you really should've," Dick grinned at him. "Now you'll never be able to get rid of us. By the way, you need to get one of those mini fridges and keep it stocked for us."

"Get out," Tim growled and tossed his pillow at Dick's retreating back. It missed by an inch, his laughter faded in the night.

Tim started to plan his world cruise.