^-^ Have fun.

"GUYS!" Bart burst into the room, waving a large box around excitedly. "GUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUUUUUUUYS!"

"What!" Cassie snapped irritably. "We're right here. What do you want!"

Bart grinned. "Youtotallywon'tbelievewhatIfound!" He thunked the box on the table and was tossing old vhs tapes onto the empty spot on the sofa between Wonder Girl and Kory, piling the evidence high. "OLD TITAN'S MISSION TAPES!"

"Oh my," Kory smiled, picking up the dusty films. "These may be from before I arrived."

"REALLY!" Bart burst around the room to peer over her shoulder. "... howcanyoutell?" He squinted at the black plastic. "Idon'tseeanypictures."

Cassie sighed and flicked him between the eyes. "Deep breath, buzz boy. You need seperate words in your sentences."

He blinked, "Oh. Sorry."

"So, the old gang, huh? Like, Nightwing and Arsenal, right? Donna, too?" Cassie asked with interest. "They'd probably be younger than we are, if these tapes are that old."

"That's right. The first Robin, Speedy, and Wonder Girl." Kory nodded. "It's hard to think of them so young, these days. Perhaps it would be fun to -"

"MOOOOOVIENIGHT!" Bart cheered, whooping at the ceiling. "One sec, letmegogeteverybody. Be right back."

-

"Oh lord, Robin. The shorts. Why the shorts?" Mia asked helplessly as Dick frolicked across the screen.

"What's wrong with the shorts?" Tim asked indignantly. "They're the beginning of a long tradition!"

Mis snorted and threw popcorn at his head. "Yeah right, bird boy. I notice you don't wear them."

"He doesn't have the ass!" Cassie crowed gleefully. "Just look at those shortpants go!"

Bart pat Tim consolingly on the shoulder, "I think your ass is nice, Robin."

Kon, who over heard, choked on his soda and Tim chose to ignore both of his friends, instead pointing out to Mia, "Hey, your predacessor doesn't seem to mind the view."

"Huh?" Mia snapped her attention back to the big -screen. "What do y- HOLY COW!" She jerked upright pointing accusingly at her brother. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! 'Best friend' my ASS! Roy TOTALLY WANTS IN THOSE LITTLE GREEN SHORTS!"

"I think Roy's BEEN in those little green shorts." Kon tossed. "Have you seen the two look at each other?"

"I don't want to be hearing this." Tim muttered. "I think I might have to drug myself to sleep, oh, like, EVER AGAIN."

"I could sleep with you," Bart offered helpfully. "Ya know, so I could wake you up now and then."

"Yeah, let him 'wake you up'!" Kon leered, dodging Tim's strike.

"BUTT FLASH!" Cassie and Mia chorused.

"The panties rode up!" Mia grinned.

"And Roy was like 'Beautiful Robin!'." Cassie continued.

Mia snorted and laughed, "Oh, I'm so stealing this video. It's like, the best blackmail ever."

I love you. <3 Best thing ever.

*loves this to pieces.*

Possibly this story makes me ship Mia/Kon. That's wrong, right?

Honey, I've just found the only person - well, that I LIKE - that Dick hasn't slept with. If you shamelessly arrange the list on a certain flexible timeline. Which will be explained.

So, no. Kon/Mia is not wrong.

Ollie will just explode from horror, that's all.

All I have are doctor who icons. XD GUESS YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT NOW

Actually, dare you to do something on this one.

"Doctor? Doctor! Are you alright!" Rose yelled, digging herself out from behind a console. She had the beginnings of an inkling that was not suppose to happen. She looked around worriedly,"Doctor!"

Debri from the -insert name for big time travel device here - was scattered all around the - insert hq name here - and Rose still couldn't find the doctor.

"Oh, bones and bollocks." She grumbled trying to climb over a fallen pylon. Why the hell did they even have pylons in here? Rose slipped and landed on the floor with a quack.

Wait, quack? Rose blinked. "Hello?" She tried. "Hellooo?" Rose shrugged. Apparently, she was just hearing things. Thank God for that, rose could only imagine how complicated things would be if she were a DUCK.

"Quack."

Rose jumped and yelped, smacking her head against the pylon - Bloody PYLONS! - and stared at the bright yellow duckling trotting waddling across the floor. "Oh, you poor dear!" She cooed, picking it up. "I nearly squashed you in all the tumbling. Now, where did you come from?" she mused, following it's path back to... the doctor's empty clothes.

"Oh no." She stared at the duck. "Oh, this is serious." Then, she cocked her head and pulled a tiny airman's flight helmet off his head, "Where did you get a HAT?"

Ooh, cool! Mind if I steal this?

Not a problem! Go for it. You're much more polite than I am. I just yoinked it from Glory and sent her a link. XD

Actually, didn't even send the link. Just said go. :D

Eeeeeeeh, links are work, what wih th click and the choosing and the picking and pasting. I mean, what's a girl to do?

Yay! I'll go post it right now.

Jason still wasn't sure how exactly they'd all ended up on his couch with matching bags of ice for their swelling assortments of bumps and bruises, but it was decidedly unpleasant. Alfred was puttering around his dingy kitchen, probably inventoring Jason's stock of Ramen noodles and Spagetti-o's with his disapproving English frown.

Jason shifted,purposefully jabbing Dick in the stomach and jarred his swelling elbow. He scowled petulantly when Dick-wing yelped and threw his ice at Jason's bloody nose. That was it. Alfred could patch up Goldenboy's face along with his bruised kidneys; He didn't have to put up with this shit.

"HEY, WATCH IT!" Tim yelped, getting squashed under the roll of angry brothers. "Shit!"

THere was a satisfying crunch underneath him when he landed and Jason grinned. It wasn't Dick's face, but if the replacement's cry was any indication, his arm would be damn useless for awhile.

"That is ENOUGH!" Alfred snapped from the kitchen, slammed a cookiesheet angrily on the counter. "You are grown men, each and every one of you. I am ashamed that I have been wrangled into overseeing your every moment as if you were erstwhile puppies!"

Dick hung his head and skulked back to his corner of the sofa with a hang-dog expression. Jason hated to admit it, but even he was feeling a little guilty. Alfred had never looked quite THAT disappointed in him before.

"Much better." The angry Englishmen clicked sharply, temper still showing. "Now, if you'll all stay put for more than a moment, food will be ready and we can all resolve our differences over a warm batch of gingersnap cookies."

Jason made a face. Dick's favorite, of course. It didn't matter that he hated them. Always with the favoritism, even from Alfred.

"Oh, do stop sulking, Master Jason. I have your favorite in the oven already. You are not the spurned family pet."

Jason huffed. Those had better be daned good cookies, cause the rest of this just sucked.

Alfred is amazing! Thanks!

<3 *giggles* Oh Jason. 'Spurned family pet' fits him rather well. *hides from Jason!muse who will kill her for that comment*

Oh, I know. I had little!Jason in my head going 'YEAHUH!'

*laughs.* Oh, poor, poor Alfred.

Yup. Titans #1! *hugs it* And cute little Lian. <3 Go?

Diana stood behind the three heroes as they watched the feed silently. She smiled, "Ouch, boys."

Kal scowled. "Oh shush."

Hmmmmmmm.....

There were many things on Dick's to-do list after 'take a shower', but 'get caught naked by Bart Allen in his kitchen' was not one of them.

He was pretty sure, at least.

Speaking of lists, Bart - out of uniform, he noted. Since when were his thight so big? Strange how they seemed more out of place in a pair of blue jeans than form fitting spandex - was flipping through a three page list intentionally slow. As in, the pages were being flipped visibly, instead of a smeared blur of motion.

"Uh..." Dick blinked, looking around for a towel or a plate; something convenient for his increasing modesty. He settled on the toaster. Hopefully he wouldn't have to go far, because the cord could be a problem.

"Do you know," Bart drawled, looking up throught his lashes with a devilish smile that made Dick case every exit at record speed. Too bad it belonged to the 'Fastest Man on Earth'. Dick was starting to think whatever was going on, he was good and throughly screwed. "-how it feels to come back from the dead and realize everyone's had a ride on the class bicycle but you?"

Dick blinked,"What?" Wait a moment, 'class bicycle'? That was the class slu- "Wait a second! Are you calling ME the 'class bicycle'?!"

Bart shrugged, relaxing into the counter and pointedly examining his list again. "Well, if the shoe fits..."

"What the hell!" Dick snapped, "What are you doing here? And give me that!" he growled, grabbing the list from Bart's hand.

He gave it up suspiciously easy.

Dick glared, eyeing Bart distrustfully. Then, he read the title and choked 'People Dick Grayson's Fucked'.

"It's loosely outlined, of course," Bart smuggly assured. "I didn't ask for details or anything like that."

"Bruce never would have told you about that!" Dick hissed, reading the names. All of them were familiar. In fact, there were a few missing.

Class Bicycle, then. Ouch.

Bart shrugged, "Got it in one, but I had a hunch. Thanks for confirming that."

Dick chucked the toaster at him, but Bart didn't even care to move. The toaster got caught on the cord - that damned CORD. He knew it would betray him - and Dick irreverantly cursed.

And used the list to cover himself again, because Bart was obviously only after one thing. God, he'd heard mother's tell their daughters about this sort of thing, but Dick had never thought he'd have to worry.

"So, what, you've decided I'm an easy lay and wanted your own ride on the merry-go-round?" Dick spat, "Go fuck yourself."

Bart blinked, obviously surprised. "Ouch. I mean, well, yeah sorta, but ouch."

"OUCH?" Dick gaped.

"Well, yeah!" Bart reasoned indignantly, "You've slept with both of my best friends - at least one before either of us were particularly legal, I might add - both my teams, your teams, both my mentors, all my idols, a few of my juniors, and obviously, never once have I even been a blip on your rader." He pouted, "I feel left out and a little hurt."

He was stunned. Dick just stared at the childish expression on his - adversary's? Comdrade's? - face and disolved into laughter. He slumped against the wall and slid down, dropping the papers at some point. "Oh God. Class bicycle."

"I guess that was pretty mean..." Bart muttered embarrased.

Dick sighed happily, "But true."

"Well, yeah. That's why I said it."

That just started Dick laughing all over again. God, it felt good. Who would have thought being called the biggest slut in the superhero community would have felt so good.

"So..." Bart pushed.

"No."

He shrugged, unbothered, "Yeah, I figured. I mean, if I wasn't your type before, then after calling you the cheapest hooker this side of the seaboard probably wasn't the best come-on ever."

"Probably not," Dick agreed. "But I would be willing to watch a movie if you finish my to-do list."

"What's one it?" Bart perked.

"Oh, just Clark, Donna, and Babs..."

"Oh haha," Bart huffed. Then he paused hopefully, "Really?"

Dick stood and shook his head, heading for the bedroom. He could really use some clothes. "I need to repair my suit and inventory my birdarangs."

"Damn." Bart cursed. A moment later, as Dick was buttoning his jeans and reaching for a teeshirt, Bart yelled, "Done!"

Dick blinked. Four hours of work - at least - tidied and taken care of? Depending on how well his suit was patched, Dick was beginning to reconsider.

After he checked, Dick proposed.

"Hey," Bart shrugged, "I just wanted a date, but I can deal."

<3 Hahaha. Now I want more Dick/Bart. All your fault! >_<;;

LOL.

Poor, silly Dick, thinking he could resist Bart's charms. ;)

*gives you another one and wanders off*

Tim and Mia exchanged glances.

Mia sighed and shook her head, "Ya know, they seemed more illict without visuals."

Tim nodded, "What with the double entendre's -"

"And the grunting." Mia added.

"Code names."

"Nick names."

"Crashing."

"Bed squeaking."

"Yelling."

"Cursing."

"Taunts."

"Teases."

The both sighed again, dejected.

"Not to mention," Tim said, wrapping his cape around him sulkily, "they bother SUCK at scrabble."

"Is 'Heffalump' even a real word?"

Lol. <3

Wasn't planning on saying anything, but that last one is priceless! I can so picture the two of them spying on their big brothers and then totally ragging on them (behind their backs of course!)

(A little 'What if' BFTC ficlet! Batfamily!Awwness)

Tim was a man now and he couldn't afford deficiencies.

Before, he'd been allowed chinks in his armor: instances when he couldn't stand alone, when someone else had to step in for a moment and help him be strong. Then, those protections fell away, leaving painful holes in his defenses and he learned there was no one left to guard him. There were new children now and it was his duty to be an example and set aside his needs.

That's what Tim had been telling himself for years, even before it was true, but now, arm wrapped around a strong chest and held tight, he realized that being a man had nothing to do with the absence of failure.

He shut his eyes, forgetting every mistake he made and held tight, for once appreciating how small he was compared to his mentor. It meant that, in this moment, he could be a child again, wrapped in safety.

"You left." Tim said weakly, hiding his face in familiar kevlar armor that hadn't been right on Dick.

"I know," Bruce said, and if his voice was rougher than Tim remembered, that was ok. "But I came back."