So this is posted on AO3 and the Young Justice AnonMeme. Those versions aren't in chronological order, but since I'm posting in yet another spot, I figured one of these should at least be chronological. All fifty chapters are done, though not beta read, so don't worry about this being put on hiatus or a never ending WIP.

Hope you guys enjoy!

November 11, 2034 - Before

"Dick, should I pick up anything for supper?"

"No, I have everything we need Wally," Dick appears out of nowhere and stands beside him, twining their finger together. They don't generally celebrate birthdays or other moments in time that can be used against them anymore.

This one is special though. Roy's just gotten out of rehab again, so it's not a birthday dinner for Wally so much as a welcome back for their friend.

"Are you going to take down the pictures before you leave for the Cave?" Wally asks Dick. Dick closes his eyes for a moment and nods slowly.

"Yeah," With a sigh, Dick leans into Wally, "Anything with Lian in it has to put away while he's here. Sorry, I almost forgot."

Looping an arm over Dick's shoulders, Wally rubs his thumb over Dick's bicep, "It's okay." They're quiet for a moment and then Wally muses out loud, "Do you think that the demon brat will babysit for us?"

"Oh geeze no," Dick shakes his head, snorting, "There is no way that Little D is gonna take Irey and Jai again. Irey just about drove him crazy last time and that was after you took her speed away for the night."

"Yeah, I suppose," Wally hums, "Anyone else we can get to babysit? Maybe Don? He's good with the twins."

"He'd better be good with the twins since he is one," Dick scrubs a hand over his face, "Do we have to get them out of the house while Roy's here?"

Wally releases Dick and tucks his hands into his pockets, "You know how he looks at Irey and Jai, Dick. They're about the same age Lian was when she died. I don't want to push him on his first day out of the clinic."

"Right, right. You're right, of course. Sorry Wally."

"Nothing to apologize for, Babe." Wally looks around the living room again, "I'll call Don while you sanitize the photos."

Dick starts towards the wall of photos, taking down the first frame that has a picture of Roy and Wally and Lian smiling out from it, "Do you think he'll be free? It's his last year of high school and I know that I didn't have time to babysit when I was seventeen."

"You were leading the Team when you were seventeen," Wally scrolls to Don Allen on the contact list and taps it. It rings three times and when the standard 'leave a message' starts in, Wally hangs up. "Well shit. Maybe Dawn, then?"

Dick's managed six photos so far and rolls his eyes at his husband, "Really? The grade A student, cheerleader who's extracurriculars involve college courses and saving the world will have time to babysit for us on a Saturday night?"

Wally sighs and agrees, "You're right." He thinks about it for a bit then shrugs, "Conner?" He asks, clearly searching the bottom of the barrel for ideas.

"Conner?" Dick eyeballs Wally suspiciously, "As in Kent or Hawke?"

"I was thinking Kent, actually," Wally shrugs, "Couldn't hurt to ask. Con likes babysitting."

"Tim will kill us if we ruin date night with children." Dick grins slyly then, "You should totally call him and ask."

"You're a mean bastard after my own heart, Richard Grayson-West," Wally chuckles as he pulls up Conner's number.

"Same to you, Wallace Grayson-West."