Now that I think about it this took a while…oops hehe

To be honest I wasn't planning on doing another chapter but hey! Give the people what they want! Thank you all for wanting!

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"'Do your worst, Karma' I said. 'I can handle it' I said. And, well, Roy . . . here you are," Wally sighed.

Here were his friends again, standing in front of him. Some with a smirk, others with a look of pity. You can probably guess who.

"Smile, prisoner 123." Roy snapped a picture.

"Already said that one," Artemis chimed in. Roy scowled at her with a roll of his eyes.

Apparently, Ollie had a surprise meeting, and he had to fly off to Romania. Ollie wanted to help, so instead he sent . . . Roy. Much to Wally's misfortune.

"Now, play the harmonica," Roy slipped in a toy harmonica, as he aimed his camera.

"I may be reduced to a prisoner; the lowest of society, the scum of the earth, but I still have my dignity!" He declared.

"If you ever want to see the light of another day, you'll start playing," he suggested forcefully.

"You are a bad person. . ."

He blew into it, sliding it up and down. He began to sing, surprisingly well.

"I made some bad choices.

Now I'm in the slammer.

Curse Johnny La-a-aw, for bring down the hammer.

I wish I had avoided that cursed Playboy!

I take Dinah, Bruce, or Ollie, just anyone but Ro-o-oy!

I wished it was as easy as walking out the door, but instead,

I spent all my money, at Al's Adult Movies and More!"

Even Artemis and Roy couldn't help but clap.

"Send that to me?" Dick peered over Roy to watch. Wally glared at him, as Dick chuckled sheepishly.

"One: I'm keeping this harmonica. Two—get me out of here!"

Roy inhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, this is awkward, but my wallet is at home. Sorry, heh."

"No, I'm sorry . . . that I didn't call Bruce!"

"Dick, why don't you pay it?" Roy volunteered him.

"About that . . . I'm kind of on probation," He chuckled.

"For what?"

"Cheerleaders, Bruce, there was a fire . . ." He chuckled hysterically.

Wally stared at him blankly. "We should hang out more."

His attention turned to Roy. "Why are you still here?"

"My wallet is with my keys."

"I would even take Lex Luthor right now," he desperately banged his head up against the bars.

"What are you even in here for?" Roy suddenly asked. Wally sighed miserably.

"Now I have to go through that story again. . ."

Wally walked down the buzzing streets, dodging rushing people with ease. He looked across the street, spotting his intended destination.

Al's Adult Movies and More. He grinned from ear to ear-

"He tried to shop at an adult store, than pantsed a cop," Artemis said blatantly.

"Oh" Roy said in realization "—what was he shopping for?"

"Does it matter?" Artemis scoffed.

"I'll just call Dinah."

"No, she'll tell Ollie, who'll tell my uncle Barry, who'll tell my parents."

"It's a lose-lose situation all around," Roy shrugged.

"Can't you guys go rob a bank?"

"Not that we would do that," Dick spoke loudly to the nearby officer.

"Maybe I can help," Dick fumbled with his wallet. With a pleasantly surprised grin, he smoothly walked over to the lady who sat at the desk.

"Hello officer—Dooty . . .?" He put a hand over his mouth, contorting his laughter even more.

"It's pronounced Douty," she grimaced.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me," she sighed.

"Ya darn right I will! I am the Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne's ward," he smirked coolly. "But, I'll just let this do the talking."

He slipped out a hundred. "Take a look at good old Benny here."

"Come with me," she grinned, as she led him over to the cell, taking out her keys, she unlocked the cell.

"Oh, thank you-ah!" Dick was roughly pushed in, and the door was slammed shut. "I-uh, think you meant to let him out."

"Well, now, you can join him, for trying to bribe an officer."

"Oh, come on!"

Wally stared at him dryly. "My opinion of you has never been lower . . ."

"How is it my fault we got the one cop who wasn't a pushover?" He grumbled.

"Roy. For the love of all inmates everywhere, get us out of here!" Wally pleaded.

"I'll think of something. . ."

"Well, hurry up. Before long we'll be down the river, up the creek, two cells away from the prison capo!" He exaggerated. "I don't want to go back to jail!"

"Wally!" Dick grabbed him by the shirt and slapped him.

"Ow! Thanks. . ."

"Wait, where's Megan?" Artemis suddenly asked. Consequently, Bruce walked up.

"Holy mother of all living frick," Wally breathed out.

"What does that even mean?" Dick turned to him.

"I don't know."

Dick shrank as Bruce scowled at him. He turned to the officer.

"I'm sure there's a misunderstanding. Officer, these are good kids, I'm sure they didn't mean to do—whatever it is they did."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, but it's the law."

"Well, maybe there's something else you want . . . like a special edition, commemorative, calico calendar. . ."

She gasped sharply. "How did you know I wanted that?"

"Just a hunch."

"I guess it wasn't anything too serious," she fidgeted nervously. She gingerly shuffled over to unlock the cell door.

"I'll even throw in some of that Persian cat food."

She skipped away happily. He turned to both of the boys.

"Do you know how much trouble you're in . . ." Bruce shapeshifted into Megan "if anyone found out . . ."

Both of their jaws dropped.

"Thank you so much," Dick breathed out hoarsely.

"Wow, Bruce really freaks you out, huh?" Wally chuckled.

Dick turned to him with a death glare on his face. "That isn't funny . . ."

"How'd you know she wanted a calendar and cat food?" Artemis asked.

"I read her mind," she said nonchalantly.

"All's well that ends well," Roy smirked.

"Wait, you still have that video . . ."

Roy bolted out of the room.

"Roy, get back here!"

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Wasn't too terribly long but I hope you enjoyed!