Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Young Justice or it's characters.

"Woohoo!" This is SO much fun!" Kid Flash said as he stuck his head out the window. They were driving all around town, getting strange looks from civilians.

"Yeah! I can't believe we haven't done this sooner!" Robin said, all prior worries gone.

"I know, dude. Look, an ice cream shop! Let's go!" Kid Flash exclaimed.

"You got it!" Robin said, shifting gears and heading into the parking lot.

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"Slow done Alfred! Okay, okay. They did what!? I'll be there in a flash!"

Alfred was just hanging up the phone when Barry Allen (now dressed as the Flash) entered the Batcave.

"Alright, where are they?" Flash said worriedly. He really wasn't too mad at Wally, just really worried.

"It seems they are currently stopping for some ice cream," Alfred stated, staring at the monitor. "Master Bruce is on his way there." Flash ran to the shop as fast as he could. When he finally got there, he peered through the window. It wasn't too hard to spot the two spandex-clad teenagers.

"Mmm, this is the best ice cream I've ever had! Well, besides Alfred's, of course," Kid Flash said as he took another scoop of his sundae.

"Mmmhmm," Robin mumbled as he slurped on his milkshake.

Flash was slowly shaking his head when he felt an arm on his shoulder. He turned around to see Batman, cowled-face held in a frown.

"Let's get them and go. I don't want to make a scene," He told Flash. I'll save that for home, he thought.

They entered the shop, the two teenagers oblivious to the fact that their mentors were slowly making their way towards their table. Robin was the first to notice, hearing the light footsteps coming from behind. He turned around to see Batman staring down at him. Robin ducked his head in shame.

"H-hey, Batman," he said tentatively.

"Robin, Kid Flash. I didn't expected to find two you here, especially since neither of you are old enough to drive. Did you take the bus?" Batman asked, his voice slowly turning into a growl.

"No, sir," Robin said, eyes focusing on his lap.

Everyone in the shop turned to where Batman was. It wasn't often that the Dark Knight came out during the day.

"Well then I'm sure Kid Flash brought you both here, seeing as I've told you before not to take the Batmobile, right?" Batman said, his gravelly voice echoing through the ice cream shop as bystanders watched with interest.

Sensing the tension, Flash said, "Uh, let me take Kid home. I'm sure his parents will want to know about this." He grabbed Kid Flash bridal style, eliciting a small gasp from KF, and raced home.

After a moment of silence, Batman spoke. "Car. Now,"he said in a dark tone.

Robin slowly got up, making his way to the car while Batman payed for the ice creams. Robin got into the passenger seat, waiting for Batman to get into the car. He wasn't really sure how Bruce got here without it, but he didn't question. He was the Batman after all.

Batman got into the car, not saying a word to Robin. He backed out of the parking lot, steering the car in the direction of the cave.

"I am so dead," Robin thought as he sat in the passenger seat of the Batmobile. He had really blown it this time.

Batman was quiet for a while, eyes not leaving the road. Suddenly, he pulled over onto a quiet street and parked.

Robin, confused, asked "Batman, why are we-"

He didn't get to finish as Batman smacked the side of his thigh.

"Ow!" Robin cried, not at all prepared as Batman continued smacking anything he could reach.

"Batman, hey! Ow, ow! Stop!" He cried to no avail.

Finally stopping, Batman continued driving as if nothing had happened. The only sounds in the car were of Batman's heavy breathing and Robin's hitched breaths.

When they finally arrived home, Batman still said nothing as he and Robin changed out of their uniforms and into comfortable civvies. Just as Dick had finished putting away his costume, he heard Bruce's gruff voice.

"Dick, go to your room."

Nodding, Dick made his way into the elevator. Exiting the grandfather clock, he came face-to-face with Alfred.

"H-hello, Alfred," Dick said sadly.

"Master Grayson," Alfred said, using the name he only used when he was angry.

Well, shit, Dick thought, continuing his way up the stairs to his bedroom. When he entered, he noticed that the game console and controllers had not been put away. Finding something to take his mind off the situation, he began tidying up his room. When he was done, he lay down on his bed, waiting for Bruce to come upstairs.

Suddenly, there was a knock.

O.o cliffy. My first story and I'm already being cruel XD

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