A/N: sorry for not posting an authors note last chapter but I do have an excuse….. just let me think for a moment…. Anyway I'd like to thank Hyper-Blossom Z for being my first ever reviewer for fan fiction! I'd love to get more, pretty please?

Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice the third season would already be out and we'd get to see Babs and Dick kiss

Chapter 2: March of the Rubber Chickens

Barbara was at the manor when the news came. After school Dick had pounced on her claiming that she absolutely had to try Alfred's new fudge recipe and then proceeded to drag her away kicking and screaming (okay maybe not the last part, Alfred was a really good cook.) So here she was, sitting on a stool in the kitchen, and watching the Boy Wonder cowering before the butler after attempting to sneak a taste of the batter.

"Master Dick did I just see you sticking your finger in my fudge?"

Dick quickly arranged his face into an innocent look that fooled no one (really you'd think with him being the protégé of the Batman he'd be a better actor.)

"Me?! Alfred how could you ever possibly think that I would disrespect you and your fudge like that?!"

"Um, Dick?" Barbara asked hesitantly, and when he turned to look at her she continued. "You uh got a little something." Here she gestured to the corner of her mouth. Dick slowly raised his hand and wiped then looked down to see chocolate smeared on his fingers. He froze than reluctantly looked up into the disapproving face of Alfred.

"Really Alfred I can explain!" But before he could do just that Alfred had already pushed him out the door. He looked over his shoulder at Barbara.

"Miss Gordon I believe you should go too."

"What but I didn't even do anything this time!"

He sighed, "I realize that Miss, but you do remember the last we left the young master alone for to long?" Both of them cringed recalling the last time. The pair refuses to say what happened exactly, but both are known to flinch at the word pudding.

She gulped and nodded, "Right I'll just go make sure he hasn't found where you hid the 'flinch' pudding." She walked out the door and found Dick staring forlornly at the now closed entrance to the kitchen looking much like a baby of the bird for which he was named.

"Babs I just wanted a taste." He whimpered pathetically.

"I know Richard, I know," she said patting him on the head and resisting the urge to tell him that he was a good boy. "How 'bout we go find Bruce and see what he's up to hmm?" She started off towards the direction of the living room where she could the sound of a TV.

"But the fud-," he cut himself off and nodded, shoulders slumping, and feet dragging as he trailed after Barbara.

As they entered the room Bruce glanced up and gave them a slight smile, "Hey guys having fun?" Dick simply harrumphed before throwing himself down on the couch.

Bruce glanced at Barbara looking slightly concerned, "What's wrong with him?"

"Oh, Richard is mourning." She said before coming over and sitting next to Bruce.

He looked at her, his expression quite alarmed now, "In mourning for what exactly?"

"His dreams of tasting Alfred's fudge batter." Both of them looked over at Dick to find him with his knees tucked under his chin, gazing dramatically out into the distance, and muttering about the unfairness of life. They snorted in unison, causing him to glare at them. He then grabbed the remote and changed the channel to the news.

Bruce cleared his throat in amusement before turning back to Barbara. "And he only kicked Dick out?" When she nodded, a slight scowl overtook his face. "He's grown soft; when I tried to do that he stabbed me with a carrot, left a scar too."

Barbara looked at him in slight disbelief. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could Dick sat straight up looking torn between shock and fear.

"Uh, guys you might want to see this." He said pointing at the television where a pretty, young, newscaster was saying something in panic. He quickly turned up the volume and soon the words became legible.

"Yes, that's right the Joker is attacking downtown Gotham with an army of-," here she stopped looking incredulous, "Wait are you serious?" Apparently she got confirmation because she finished her first sentence, "Rubber chickens."

Both Bruce and Dick turned to look at Barbara who had a deer in headlights look on her face.

"Um, my bad."

A/N: Please review! More reviewers=faster updates! Find out what happens next time, well they be able fight off the rubber chickens? Well Barbara take up carrots as her new weapon? And well Dick ever get to taste Alfred's fudge?!

-Thenerdwiththefez