With Exercise.

The dream hadn’t been that out of the ordinary, all things considered. It was the dream of Bruce hosting a pool party for the Titans and the other sidekicks while renting out the mobile rigs for a trapeze act and placing them over the pool. A perfect summer day for a young trapeze prodigy and their friends… The alarm clock had not been so nice or friendly…

Dixie dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom. On the way she noticed the outfit laid out for her. She stopped for a second to look at the bra and panties on top. Dick had never thought about the fact that Alfred did all of the laundry, but for some reason the thought of Alfred washing her underwear gave Dixie pause. Dixie shook her head and kept on her way to the personal bathroom.

Dixie had forgone the dress, and pantyhose outfit that Alfred had laid out, and put on some yoga pants and a bra top before going to the gym. Dixie tried not to think about it, but just do, muttering the quote from Yoda over and over.

*

“How long are you going to keep this up?” Tim asked as he came in the conservatory turn gymnastic room.

“Till I can do everything without having to think about each and every move,” Dixie said.

“Well Alfred wants you to know, eat now or starve in silence,” Tim smirked.

“What time is it?” Dixie asked.

“Noon,” Steph called, “How you doing Dickixie?”

“Having an existential crisis, and that isn’t helping Steph,” Dixie said before dismounting the parallel bars.

“Fair enough, but the way I see it,” Steph said as she put her arms around Tim, “You are having an existential crisis and are stuck half way between Dick and Dixie… Come on, Alfred made waffles!”

*

Dixie seemed to like pretty much the same things as Dick but just ate less than he would. Tim and Cass watched her as she ate. Cassie would sign comments to Tim or Steph from time to time.

“You three are really in tune,” Dixie noted.

“Yeah,” Cassie said in a rare use of verbal speech.

Alfred brought over a small restaurant bill tray and placed it next to Dixie.

“What’s this?” Dixie asked.

“Your schedule, a number of appointments have called to confirm,” Alfred smiled, “I have placed suggestions for wardrobe for each appointment.”

“OK… Who is the first appointment and what should I wear,” Dixie asked, “Fuck…”