Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Young Justice or any random references I may make in this chapter.

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Mist: And we're back :)

Whistle: A longer break than usual, but for a good reason.

Mist: As some of you may know, I have finished my 'Going Rogue' fanfic, and will soon be starting a sequel for it –so keep an eye out for it. Coming to a near you…

Whistle: That was lame, even by your standards.

Mist: *Sticks tongue out*

Whistle *rolls eyes* real mature.

Mist: If I was mature, I wouldn't be writing this. Speaking of writing this, I'll begin now. But fair warning, this one will be divided into two, or maybe more, parts.

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File 3: Babysitter bluez. Pt 1

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(Third Person POV following Wally)

{One week Later}

Wally was beginning to notice a pattern in his summer life. He'd spend a week bored out of his mind in his room, being forced to listen to his Aunt and Uncle trying to help him with his 'Stockholm syndrome' problem. Then at the end of the week the Rogues would come pick him up and take him out to do something fun.

There may be a problem when you wish that the villains would kidnap you more often…

In any case, Wally was currently wishing that the Rogues would hurry up and get him –before his uncle takes him to his babysitter!

This may sound strange, why would Wally need a babysitter? Well… His uncle is going off world on official league business, and his aunt has a huge story and can't watch him properly (plus Barry doesn't want his nephew unprotected).

So this is why Wally is currently sitting on his bed with a suitcase next to him, hoping that he'd be able to get out of here.

At this point it wasn't even about wanting to hang out with the Rogues, it was about NOT going to Gotham and having to stay with the bat-clan

So not his idea of a fun time…

It wouldn't usually be too bad, he didn't mind spending a few hours hanging with Robin. But no, it's not a few hours, or a day, or two days…

IT'S A FREAKING WEEK!

That's right, a week in bat country.

"Hurry up…" He mutters as he glances around his room, hoping to find a hidden Rogue. "I wanna stay with you guys, not the bats!"

Suddenly his door was swung open. "You ready to go to Gotham kiddo?" His uncle asked him, a cheerful grin on his face.

Wally groaned and hit his head into his pillow. "Do I have to?" He responded unhappily.

"I thought you liked Robin?" Barry asked his nephew, confused by his behavior. "Aren't you two friends now?"

"He's fine, but it's soooooo boring there!" He exclaimed.

"Well unless you can think of someone else who's willing to let you stay with them for a week, you're stuck with them," He told him, shaking his head at his nephews refusal.

Wally's eyes widened in excitement. "I could stay with the Rogues!" He told his uncle. "They'll say yes for sure! And I promise not to be adopted by them –please Uncle Barry!"

"Absolutely NOT!" Barry refused, "You'll be completely brainwashed by the end of the week! I am NOT going to lose you to those maniacs!"

Wally rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on Uncle Barry," Wally pleaded. "They're not that bad! Really!"

Barry crossed his arms across his chest. "Wally, you have Stockholm syndrome," He reminded his nephew. "That is the only reason that you believe the Rogues to be your friends. I hope that all this time away from them with someone as clear-headed as Batman will do you good."

"I thought you were ok with me being friends with James and Hartley?" Wally asked, already knowing the answer, but right now he was desperate to stall for time.

He didn't want to go to Bat Country!

"I am, just when I'm the one supervising you," He replied just as Wally had predicted. "They're good kids, but they're corrupted by the Rogues. They're a prime example of what I'm trying to avoid happening to you."

"Then how come you won't let me invite them over?" Wally countered.

Barry groaned into his hand in annoyance. "Because," he said, "They'll corrupt you, as those creeps have most likely ordered them to."

"Paranoid."

"I'm not paranoid!" Barry insisted. "I just… I just don't want to lose you…"

Wally sighed in defeat. "Fine… let's go to stupid Gotham…"

Barry grinned at his nephew. "Great!" He exclaimed. "Meet me in the car, ok?"

"Whatever…"

Why did he have the feeling something bad was going to happen?

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{One hour after they left}

"Hey Wally!" James chimed as he jumped through the window he had just picked the lock of. "We're here to kidnap you! Just wait until you hear the-"

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"EEK! He's not here!" James exclaimed as he began searching around the room, hoping that his friend was only playing a trick on him. "Where are you? Wally! Where did you go… OH NO! Someone else must of kidnapped you first! I gotta tell the others!"

He raced back to the window.

"Don't worry Wally, we'll save ya!" He promised.

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{Meanwhile in the car with Wally and Barry}

"Achoo!"

"Bless you," Barry said to his nephew.

"Thanks…" Wally muttered as he rubbed his nose. "I think I might be catching something…"

Barry laughed at his nephew. "That or someone's talking about you," He joked. "Maybe one of the sociopaths showed up and noticed you weren't there."

Wally giggled at that. "They'll probably think some else has kidnaped me," Wally guessed, "And come looking for me. What are the chances of them being able to find me in Gotham?"

"Very slim," His uncle answered him. "Hence why I'm bringing you here in the first place."

"I still don't get why you don't like the Rogues," Wally said, "They like you just fine."

"Because they're lunatics and trying to brainwash you," Barry answered, eye twitching in annoyance. "And how can you say they like me? It's obvious that they hate me, why else would they be trying to steal you away from me?"

"Maybe you should try hanging out with them," Wally suggested with a shrug.

"Never!"

"Adults are so weird…" Wally muttered under his breath.

There were a few minutes of silence. Soon enough a large mansion came into view.

"Well, here we are," Barry declared as he parked in front of the large building. "Try to behave."

Wally rolled his eyes and followed his uncle out of the car and to the front gates. "Still find it funny that a millionaire playboy dresses up like a bat at night to fight crime," Wally laughed.

Barry ignored his nephew and instead knocked on the door. A moment later the door was opened by a kind-looking elderly man that Wally recognised as being the bat clan's butler, Alfred. If memory serves, Alfred's a nice man.

"Hello. Master Bruce has been expecting you," Alfred said as he held open the door for Wally and Barry to enter.

Alfred then led the duo into the main room, where they found Bruce reading a book as Dick worked on his homework.

When Dick saw Wally he waved at him. "Hey Wally!" He greeted. "How's the Stockholm Syndrome thing going?"

Wally stuck his tongue out at the mini-bat. "I do NOT have Stockholm Syndrome!" He objected, something he's found he's been doing a lot lately.

Dick laughed. "You keep telling yourself that," He said.

Wally then turned his attention to his Uncle and Bruce, whom on the other side of the room and seemed to be in deep conversation. "Wonder what they're talking about…" Wally muttered to himself.

"Probably about you," Dick chimed in. "Bruce is probably trying to convince Barry to get you a therapist."

Wally rolled his eyes. "I don't need therapy," Wally objected. "There's absolutely NOTHING wrong with me!"

"You have Stockholm Syndrome," Dick pointed out, "Towards a group of villains that are obsessed with adopting you and making you a part of their morbid 'family'. I'd say you have more than enough problems."

Before Wally had the chance to object further his Uncle and Bruce walked over.

"I'm going now," His uncle told him, "Be good for Bruce, ok?"

Wally sighed. "Whatever…" He muttered. He still really didn't want to be here in the first place; he was even beginning to hope that the Rogues would track him down quickly and get him out of there.

"Just try," Barry told his nephew as he gave him a hug before leaving. "I'll be back in a week! Try to have fun!"

Then the door shut behind him.

"Joy…" Wally muttered.

"Barry was telling me that you wanted to stay with the Rogues for the week instead of with us," Bruce commented.

"Ya, and?" Wally responded.

"Is there a specific reason that you are drawn to the Rogues?" The detective questioned him. "Or is it instinctive? Do you go to them because you feel you have to?"

Wally glared at him, seeing what he was getting at. "The Rogues aren't brainwashing me," Wally told him, "And they aren't threatening me either. I actually WANT to be around them."

"I see," Bruce said before muttering under his breath, "Definitely brainwashed…"

Wally face-palmed. "Not brainwashed…"

He had the feeling that this was going to be a VERY long week… Unless the Rogues come and get him.

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{A while ago, at the Rogues hideout}

The adult Rogues, and Piper, were sitting in their hideout going over one of their heist plans that they were planning to do later that week. They had sent James out half an hour ago to pick up the baby, they planned on taking him to the fair that day.

When they heard the front door open they quickly hide their plans and went to greet their baby, but he wasn't there!

"Where's the baby?" Captain Cold asked Trickster, taking in the young boy's panicked expression.

"He wasn't there!" Trickster cried out in horror. "Someone kidnapped him first!"

This sent all the Rogues on edge.

"Who would do this?" Weather Wizard gasped. "Do you think Flash or one of the other Capes are trying to hide him from us?"

Captain Cold frowned and grabbed the phone. "I'm going to try and get in contact with Flash –He better know where the baby is!" He growled as he called up the police department. "Where's Flash? What the hell do you mean he's off world? Damn it all to hell!"

Captain Cold slammed the phone back down.

"Did we hear you right?" Heatwave asked. "Is the Flash off world right now?"

The leader of the Rogues growled and nodded, fists clenched at his sides.

"But but… how are we gonna know what happened to our baby?" Trickster sniffled. "How are we gonna find him?"

"We'll just have to find him ourselves," Piper decided, "We're smart enough."

Captain Cold nodded in agreement. "And when we do we're putting a tracker in his arm, so we won't lose him again," he growled. "Everyone, grab your weapons and get ready to head out –we have a baby to save!"

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To be continued

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Mist: Flash really should have told the Rogues that Wally was going to stay with the bats for the week, or at least told them that he was going off world and leaving Wally with someone.

Whistle: Ya, the Rogues are freaking out over their baby's disappearance.

Mist: SO what do you all think should happen next? The more ideas I get the quicker I'll get the next chappy out :)

Whistle: And you all know how long THIS one took for her.

Mist: Also, please no one say that 'they should kidnap Robin too!' Because, true to my word in the first chapter. This is a series story revolving around Wally, James, and Hartley and the various times one or more of them get kidnapped.

Whistle: See you all soon.

Mist: And don't take anything personally.

Both: Please review!