Disclaimer: That stupid little thing that keeps me from taking over YJ and putting it on the air. In other words, not mine!

Robin, currently eleven, was crouched one of many gargoyle heads in Gotham. It was the first time he was allowed to patrol without Batman. But he still wasn't completely alone. The sound of crunching chips alerted him that Kid Flash was still there.

For once, quite serious for wanting to actually be allowed out alone again, Robin was trying to reprimand Kid Metabolism, "KF, haven't you heard the phrase 'we are the night'?"

"Yeah," He mumbled through a mouth of dried potatoes and salt.

"The night doesn't eat potato chips."

"The night also doesn't wear lightning bolts and running boots," The speedster quipped back.

The little bird had to give him that. If he ever saw Bruce wearing lightning bolts and running boots..? Yeah, Rob is having nightmares tonight about that.

In a split second move that made Wally a little jealous, Rob had a handful of potato chips and was happily munching on them.

"I thought 'the night' didn't eat chips," KF accused as he mourned the loss of his extra chips.

Robin simply shrugged, "Loophole."

"Loophole? Really?"

"Yeah, as in my asterous way of taking your food."

"….That's just not right, dude."

-Later that night at the Bat Cave-

Bruce looked down at his young ward, who had potato chip crumbs all over his bright red tunic and chin. Apparently the reports of two young sidekicks buying fifteen bags of chips were true.

The little bird shrugged at his pondering gaze, "The night got hungry."

A/N: I don't even know what I just made. I guess Young Justice plus chips plus laptop with open Word document is a bad combo. *shrugs* Oh well. Written by The Mechanist.