"Waiting"

Pairings: N/A

A/N: The first of a set of 101 drabbles from now until Young Justice is (hopefully!) off hiatus in January. Enjoy!

Feet tap the floor at hyper-speed. The large, navy blue minivan rolls along a barren highway at a moderate pace, much to the annoyance of one Bartholomew Allen III.

"Are we—"

"No." The voice is Wally's, who reluctantly agreed to play one of three chaperones on the Team's "mission" to the beach. He sits on edge in the passenger seat, while Nightwing keeps a steady hand on the wheel. The van has three rows for three people each, and two more vans follow the first on the highway. If anyone asked, Nightwing was told to claim it was a private school outing, even though that wasn't far from the truth.

"But-"

"Bart. You asked us 5 minutes ago, buddy. We still aren't there yet."

The young redhead scowls and mutters something about "could've just run us over."

"All of us? At one time? Even a few trips would've been lengthy, and not to mention you aren't that strong. Besides, this is a mission, where we all have to blend in like tourists. Tourists don't usually run their friends between Mount Justice and Ormond Beach at the speed of light." Fingers run through red hair in exasperation, and M'Gann suppresses a smile from behind the former speedster.

"What?!"

"He sounds disturbingly like a younger version of you, Wally. Remember Long Island?" Nightwing chuckles from the driver's seat, making Wally raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh. Well, I was squished between a Connor and M'Gann during one of their 'moments', what was I supposed to do?"

This earns him a glare from both aforementioned teammates.

Bart, distracted, perks up.

"Hey, could you tell us? We never get to hear crash stories about when you guys were young. It's always about the missions and stuff. What about the little moments in between?" He asks, nudging a dozing Jamie awake and getting a nod of agreement from Cassie, who sits in the row behind M'Gann with the two boys.

10 minutes later and the car is silent for a brief, blissful moment.

Wally closes his eyes for a minute and-

"Are we-"

"NO!"