The Elephant in the Room

A.N.: This one goes out to Kikigraysonwest. I loved the suggestion. There is also a subtle nod to the story What We're Made Of by Shortiethegiraffe, in the form of the stuffed animal. I figured that there wasn't any other logical choice for it, I also love the story and I highly suggest reading it. I don't own this story, BTW. Let's get started!

Bart zipped through Bludhaven at supersonic speeds. His reason for being there?

He felt like visiting Nightwing, that's why.

He had visited nearly every house and apartment in the city and still not Nightwing. It was Saturday afternoon, so he definitely wasn't in school or working. As Bart rushed into an upper level apartment, he heard some snoring coming from a separate room. Opening up the door to said room, he stumbled upon his leader, lying mask-less in bed. A smile wider than the Joker's spread across the speedster's lips. He walked around the bed which held the fetal-positioned leader to get a better look at what was in his arms. Upon seeing it, he found himself struggling to hold back the giggles that threatened to wrack his body.

Nestled in Nightwing's arms was a stuffed, gray elephant.

Impulse figured that Nightwing must be having some sort of nightmare, because he curled deeper into the fetal position and hugged his elephant closer, doing so with a dissatisfied groan.

Bart pulled out his phone and snapped a few shots before returning to Mount Justice. He plugged his phone into the computer there and arranged to have the photos begin a slideshow whenever Nightwing arrived. Then he hid behind the couch in the lounge and waited for the hero to arrive.

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Nightwing awoke on his own time and stretched out his still-groggy limbs. He crawled out of bed, leaving his stiffed elephant on it, and got changed into his uniform to go to the cave. On his way out, he noticed that there were skid marks on his hardwood floor, but didn't think much of it.

Upon the computer's announcement of his name, pictures of him began playing on the holographic computer. They were of him, his elephant, and a mask that had been photo shopped over his eyes. Instantly, the smile of his good mood fell into an open-mouthed gape. It took him a minute, but his brain figured out who had taken the shots. He turned to Bart, no doubt hiding in the lounge, and glared even harder than the Batman himself.

"You were in my house!" he screamed when he neared the sofa enough to look over.

"You were adorable!" teased Bart right back.

"You saw me without my mask! You blatantly invaded my privacy!" Bart just smiled devilishly at this.

Nightwing sighed. "Why were you even in my house in the first place?"

"Just felt like paying you a visit."

Just then, giggling could be heard from the cave's main room, followed by full-blown laughter. When Dick peeked around the door, he saw all the females on the team watching the looping slideshow and laughing their heads off. He said nothing, turned to glare at Bart, then walked out of the room using one of the other exits.

A.N.: What'd you think? If you have any more torturous suggestions then be sure to let me know. Thank you for your time and GOD BLESS!