A/N: Since the writer (Fox Moonshadow) has abdicated on doing a fifth chapter about my suspicions on J'onn's motives with Flash in the story Somewhere Safe...I'm forced to write it up myself.

Story has BatFlash leaning even though Fox Moonshadow's does not...simply because I found it humorous and such things like lifestyle choices are not more important to me than having fun with a story. Don't agree? The Back Key is a really handy invention.

Kyer obviously does not own Detective Comics Comics (R). If she did own (D)eath (C)risis ((R))ebirth graphic stories, Wally would never have been given annoying twins.

Somewhere Safe, Indeed?

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"J'onn?"

J'onn stiffened almost imperceptibly at the sound of Batman's no-nonsense tone coming over his communicator. The unstated 'get your green ass over here, pronto!' did not need to be articulated. The Martian had a bad feeling. Unfortunately, the bad feeling was of profound disapproval as emanating from the Caped Crusader towards J'onzz and not something easier to deal with like--say--a galactic invasion.

"Batman, you wished to see me?" J'onn did his best to appear nonchalant as he silently phased into the gloomy Monitor Womb where the Dark Knight was keeping an eye on the many monitors. The Martian noted to his dismay that one of them was a paused view of Flash's Watchtower bedroom.

Oh dear.

Grimly, Batman hit a button and the recorded scene sprang to life: Wally lying in his bunk, changing positions every second---then every half second...quarter second...eighth...the abused blankets tangling tighter around his legs...the young man vibrating faster and faster until with a whump he ended up on the floor with a startled/terrified look in his brilliant green eyes. Then a blur and they were looking at an empty bed. Only the rumpled red and gold The Flash licensed bedding set left at the scene was evidence that the superhero had been there just a moment before.

Batman then hit another button and the view changed to J'onzz's own orange-painted domicile where a smiling--nay, smirking--J'onn was in his elongated Chinese dragon form.

Oh crap.

Another tick of the clock and a red blur burst into the room. A nervous Flash was heard apologizing for the hour...obviously begging J'onn for something not specified. The dragon responded by gracing the speedster with a 'hug' before swallowing the clearly relieved Wally whole.

J'onn turned away from his engorged image now frozen on the monitor screen. The Dark Knight's eyes were grim coals of accusation emanating from the holes in his cowl. For all that he was without a doubt far more powerful than the resourceful--yet very mortal--human, the Martian shivered.

"Mind explaining to me what that was all about?" It was very clear the inquiry was more an accusation than anything else.

"Flash had a bad dream last night and was seeking a sense of comfort and security. I obliged him." (After getting over that first-time terror of the experience when Flash had been in danger of freezing to death, Wally had grown to enjoy being cradled in the safety of J'onn's craw whenever he felt traumatized. J'onzz had explained to the League Founders at the time that it was a life-saving act and Wally had stood up for him.)

"Obviously," Batman growled. "However, this event was recorded three nights previously. Oddly enough, there are two amazingly similar recordings for the following two nights--including last night."

J'onn hesitated before answering with "Wally is a very troubled young man."

"Exactly...a young man--not a toddler in need of coddling. Using Flash's insecurities to alleviate your own 'daddy' inclinations is not doing him a service..You are not his father, J'onn. I suggest you stop manipulating his dreams to drive him to you whenever you get the urge to wax parental."

So...Bruce had figured it out. The Martian had the grace to look embarrassed at being caught. That is, until he started doing some mental detective work of his own. After all, The Great Detective wasn't the only hero in The Justice League with a background in sleuthing.

"You placed a camera in Flash's bedroom." Now it was Batman's turn to stiffen. "You have admitted that you were watching Wally as he slept for the last three nights. Would it be too much to imagine that if you have been watching him as he slumbered that this surveillance has been going on for much longer than that?"

Batman looked away; ostensibly to watch the more Earth-centric monitor screens. "Security reasons. You never know when something nefarious will attack The Watchtower."

"You would have me believe that if there is a threat of some mad megalomaniac desiring to take over the world, he or she would start in Flash's bedroom?" J'onn smiled...then sobered. Actually, that scenario was not totally far fetched. Weirdness and The League did go hand in hand and trouble did gravitate towards The Fastest Man Alive. (Just last year Flash had innocently picked up an interesting rock as a souvenir only to have it turn out to have been a hibernating Green Lantern on sabbatical. The silicon-based sentient had been most unhappy when he'd awoken to find himself not in the serene locale of Betelgeuse III---but under a pile of Flash's smelly laundry.) The Martian shook his head at the memory. There were still green scorch marks and dents gracing Wally's apartment.

"I suppose then that every bedroom in the Watchtower is being so monitored?"

Batman did not answer, seemingly riveted on some potentially nefarious goings on taking place in Los Angelas, California....a child crying over her kitty stuck in a tree. Before he could claim that duty called, Superman swept into view to handle the rescue.

"Damn, Boy Scout," Batman muttered.

"You know, Bruce, it is not my intention to hurt Wally. And there is a bonus to looking the other way when I'm indulging my...parental inclinations."

"And that would be?"

"As a parent, I can dispense fatherly advice and approval on matters of my son's choices when it comes to dating."

Silence.

"So...Flash's dad...mind if I take Wally out on a dinner date Tuesday night?"

"As long as you have him home by midnight."