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Reviews! You guys sure know how to make me feel better. And thank you to the Anon Carol for making me metaphorical e-soup. I feel much better, thank you. And now I must list the AMAmazing people who reviewed, geek179, Adoglover5, MyLittleBird, Icey-Authoress, Carol, and FuzzyBee013. And if people haven't already noticed this, they're going to. All of these could be either Roy/Wally/Dick, Dick/Wally, Roy/Dick, because, let's face it. I'm a Robin-centric. Well, of course, unless someone requests a Wally/Roy, then I'll definitely do that. Requests trump my own wants every time.

Now, this one is mildly for Seito (notice how I did not put the name in bold. That's what happens when you don't review) who made the fic "But!" that I loved so very much but was not continued and was way to short for my liking. And I'm kind of dodging Mystery Agent's request, but it will probably be done in the next chapter or two, so it will get done.

Chapter IV: NESS!

Dick Grayson sat in the front seat of the Batmobile, his arms crossed across his chest and his lips in a tight pout. It was punctual silence for most of the ride. Richard thought if he could keep up the silent treatment maybe Bats would reconsider. Actually, he didn't think it, he assumed, or rather, he hoped. Most people couldn't get to the Dark Knight the way he could. And his pout was as equidistant from sadistic perfection as his adoptive father's Batglare. It was a pout that could make a vegetarian barbeque a hamster, a schizophrenic turn his crayons, a bouncer take ballet (even bouncer who aren't…"happy")(1). So this should have worked. But he overlooked one crucial fact. He was immune to the Batglare, so wouldn't Bruce be immune to the Robpout?

"You keep that up your bottom lip is going to be sore."

"Really. That's all you have to say?"

"Good luck."

"But that mission was ours! We should be out there digging up dirt on Ra's."

"Ra's Al Ghul is my problem, and no one else's. And I don't need dirt."

"Well could you at least let me train? Why do we have to go on a putrid faux mission that is just a waste of time?" Robin's voice was rising, and he tried his best to force it back down to a low and intimidating whisper, like Bruce was doing. But alas, he couldn't. Stupid puberty, "You just want us out of you hair, don't you?"

"No. It's just there's been a lot of kidnapping attempts in the past week…and the team was going to have to meet Dick Grayson eventually, after all, he is the son of the League's top funder."

"Why don't you need protection?"

"Because I'm Batman."

"And I'm Robin!"

"Not right now, you aren't." he replied gruffly, pulling into Mt. Justice's garage, "Right now I'm in cowl. You're in civvies. I'm just an escort, now come on." Dick reluctantly got out of the car and stepped into the cave, standing awkwardly in the debriefing room as his teammates floated, sped, and walked into the room. Batman put his hand on his shoulder and spoke to the remaining members of Young Justice.

"This is Dick Grayson. He is your responsibility for the time being and I expect you to do a good job protecting him while I'm away." He explained, giving his son a push towards the group before walking off.

"You're Dick Grayson?" Megan squealed, "Oh, I'm a big fan. I see you all the time on the Earth television. I'm Miss Martian."

"Thanks, it's nice to meet you too, Miss Martian."

"I am Aqualad." He stuck out a polite hand and Dick shook it.

"Superboy." Superboy announced.

"Artemis." As well, the blonde archer introduced herself monosyllabically, a trace of hostility in her voice.

"I'm Kid Flash. But probably already know who I am. I mean, who doesn't?" Dick was genuinely surprised. KF was playing along, doing his too-cool-for-everyone act in a very convincing manner. But still, he had Megan, Artemis, Conner, and Kaldur to worry about.

This was going to be a long day.

~*~UMM~*~RIPPLES~*~IN~*~LIKE~*~A~*~POND~*~OR~*~SOMETHING~*~I~*~DON'T~*~KNOW~*~THIS~*~IS~*~A~*~BREAKLINE~*~

Dick Grayson didn't have super-hearing, and he didn't really need it to listen in to the loud conversation going on from the kitchen.

"So, what do you think of Bruce's kid?"

"Oh. My. Glob. Did you see his eyes? Those were like an ocean of blue." Megan sighed dreamily.

"My eyes are blue." Superboy muttered.

"Are you sure you're into blue? I think green is a much more…compatible color."

"Shut it, Wally." She admonished fiercely. "Though I wanted the Ra's Al Ghul mission…" Artemis blushed, "I think those eyes are worth it."

"You too?" Wally cried, "What do ya know? Something melted the Ice Princess."

"Hmm? All I heard was princess."

"Never mind." Wally rolled his eyes, "You know he's just kind of sitting there…Should we say something?"

"Ooooh!" Megan gasped, "Ask him if he wants to go to the beach!"

"Yeah!" Artemis chimed in. Wally walked over to the couch where the undercover bird was currently perched.

"Hey, Dick, you want to hit the beach?"

"Sure." He replied, getting up from the green couches, "What harm could it do?"

AN:

Okay, this was just a snip-it setting up the next chapter. Why did I choose to do it this way? Good question. Well, you see, children, I need suggestions for what should happen during this fine evening Robin has to spend as Dick Grayson. I have some possibilities.

1.) The Joker tries and breaks up the party

2.) Babs comes to visit

3.) Someone kidnaps Robin

4.) Dick tries to sneak off (which isn't really hard considering he was raised by the Dark Knight)

5.) (Recommended) Other. Meaning you give me an idea I haven't thought of. I would really appreciate that. =D And whoever gives me an idea that I use, will get a dedication. And some of Alfred's cookies.

So, just review with one of the number options (those count as votes) and whichever one has the most amount of votes, I'll do. You know, I'm kind of rooting for number five. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.

(1) Yes, I did just quote "Shine."