Wally - 13

Dick - 11

Patrol:

Eleven-year-old Robin flipped gracefully across the grass of Gotham Park, waiting for Batman to finish speaking with Commissioner Gordon. He was beyond board, and starting to get hungry. Glancing across to where his Mentor stood, he could see the men were still conversing about the case and what each of them had discovered. Batman was into details, and if there was anything Gordon had found that the Dark Knight hadn't, Robin knew they would be here all night.

The thugs were sitting in the transporter, shouting nonsense about being innocent, and begging not to be taken to Arkhem - no doubt for fear they may come into contact with the Joker. Robin ignored them, and instead turned his attention to the reporter trying to get Commissioner Gordon's attention. As of late, Batman had become a bit less Camera shy, but Robin could still see his mentor tense uncomfortably as the bright light of the device shined on him.

After a few moments, the Dark Knight sent the reporter a sharp look, and she and the cameraman both backed off. Robin felt bad for the woman, she was pretty, and seemed quite nice, she only half deserved to be treated like that. And he did mean half deserved-she should have known not to try something so stupid with Batman; it was common knowledge that he did not do interviews. Gordon even told the woman to learn some respect.

Tired, hungry, and now so far beyond bored he was sure he would die, Robin cart-wheeled over to the men, pointedly ignoring the stunned, and some may even say terrified, looks the many reporters and even some of the police officers were sending him. Gordon however, simply smiled and patted the boy's head, while officer Montoya appeared offering him a sucker - which he graciously declined. Sweets weren't really his thing unless they were from Alfred.

Now, there were two things Robin became when he was overly tired - one being: Very quizzical, about everything, and two: Extremely adorable. Even at eleven-years-old Robin still had that baby face, and when he was tired it was a million times worse.

Not caring how many people were around, or who was watching, Robin grabbed hold of his mentor's cape and tugged lightly to get his attention.

Batman paused in his explanation as to why Gordon should just give him all of the evidence the GCPD had acquired, and looked down at his protégé. "Yes?"

"I'm huuuuunnnngry," Robin whined, straining to keep his eyes open. "And I'm sleeeeeeepy."

Montoya slapped a hand over her mouth to smother her giggles, and Gordon smirked.

Batman looked at the boy with a look saved specifically for him. "If you're too tired to let me finish, then you're too tired to go on patrol with Kid Flash..."

Robin's eyes shot open wide, "No, no, no, no, no!" he insisted, suddenly bouncing with energy. "See, I'm totally awake! See?!"

Batman smirked, "Good. Now, hush." He returned his gaze to the detectives and started to speak again.

Crossing his arms with a huff, Robin looked around. He knew Kid Flash would be showing up soon, and decided to get in a little more practice time before. He was about to go back to the grass, when he spotted someone walking toward him. He recognized the man as a hotdog vendor from the park.

"Hello, Boy Wonder," the man said, with a smile. He held out a hot dog topped with everything. "I heard you say you were hungry."

Robin's eyes widened once again, and he didn't even wait for Batman's approval before he took the delicacy and bit into it. Mustard dripped down his chin, but he couldn't have cared less. "Thank you," he said through a mouth full of food, making it sound more like: "Fan cu."

With greedy eagerness, Robin opened his mouth wide to take another bite. His teeth smashed together, but no food had been between them, and he looked down to find his hand empty. Wiping the condiments from his face, he scanned the area. When his eye's fell on the familiar caution cone-esque uniform and fiery-red hair, they burned with fury.

"KF!"

The older boy smiled, "Hey, Rob!"

"That's mine!" Robin shouted, stomping his foot immaturely, not caring in the least that everyone was now watching him. Including Batman.

"You mean…this?" Wally asked, smirking as he waved the hotdog back and forth. "This little hotdog right here? This is yours?"

"Yes!"

The speedster's eyes sparkled with mischief.

Robin glared at him knowingly. "Don't. Even. Think. About. It."

With a wink, the speedster proceeded to stuff the entire hotdog in his mouth.

Robin cried out angrily, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU, FLASH BOY!"

The speedster yelped, just barely avoiding a Batarang. He ran, shouting something along the lines of: "I'm sorry, please don't kill me!"

"That's the Scarlet Speedster's kid, huh?" Gordon asked, watching the boys with a smirk.

Batman repressed a groan. "Sadly..."

I realized I never actually said how old the boys were in the last oneshot. So...

Robin is 10

and Kid Flash is 12

there, for those of you who care, now you know.