A/N: I would like to thank everyone that reviewed the last chapter and added this to their favorites and follows. I know it has been a long time since I updated but I hadn't had any inspiration for this chapter.

Yuuki couldn't help but tilt his head as he stared at the five teens who were going to take care of him while his mother does her daytime job. He didn't exactly understand why his mother was forcing them to babysit him but he wasn't going to complain about it. It was better than having his mother's clones taking care of him. At least with them, he knew there was no chance for them to suddenly disappear because they didn't notice the pointy end of the table.

"I probably will be back by eleven," his mother said, smiling widely at the five teens who all nodded their heads at her. Yuuki knew from the upset expression on their faces that none of them wanted to take care of him. He didn't understand why they were babysitting him while his mother went to work. He didn't even want to know how his mummy manage to get them to agree to babysit him. "If I find out that the five of you lost sight of my son or allowed him to have any sweets then I will make the training exercise you experienced a hell lot harder."

Which kind of training exercise did his Mummy gave them? He bet she made it harder for them because they were older than him. No matter what his Mummy said, Yuuki knew that his mother sometimes went easy on him during training. If he didn't know his mother would deny it, he would call her out for it and beg for her to make it harder for him. He wanted her to make him as strong as she was. He wanted to be just as a good as a shinobi as she had been.

"How could you make the training exercise harder? Searching for your clones took us a good eight hours," the red-haired teen complained. Yuuki frowned. Did his Mummy really make them look for her clones? He knew from experience that it was hard to spot the clones. Sometimes they could be ordinary people or sometimes if his mother was feeling particularly harsh, she would place herself in the training exercise and expect him to find her.

It was only now that Yuuki could find his mother in the space of one hour.

"Did you know why it took you eight hours to find my clone? 'Cause I expected you guys to find them in the space of four hours," His mother questioned them with her arms folded against her chest. Eight hours? That was only an hour longer than him. How could they take so long to find his Mummy? They had more help than he ever did. At least they had each other for help because Yuuki always did this training exercise by himself.

The five teens shook their heads at her.

"The five of you didn't work like a team straight away," his mother explained, tapping her foot. "When I heard that the five of you were able to take down Mister Twister, I thought the five of you figured out how to work as a team. It's for that reason I hadn't used the test my teacher gave my team because I thought it was pointless. I guess I was wrong because the five of you didn't work together as a team. Robin, why did you keep disappearing from your team? Do you think everyone knows what is going through their head? They haven't worked with you as long as Batman."

The black-haired teen looked put down at the reminder while Naruto shook her head at them. His mother surveyed the rest of the team, who all rubbed their heads as they stared at her. Yuuki pitied them for having to deal with his mother's scolding but he knew better than to stop his mother from ranting at them. His mother would have given them the talk sooner or later.

"Kid Flash, you think the moment you got your speed back you should chase me around the city to find me? That is a waste of energy," his mother ranted, placing her hands on her hips. "I warned you that I have clones around here. Though to be fair on you, I did make a hundred clones as a decoy but still you should have made a plan before rushing to find the clone with my headband."

"I thought it would make the job easier."

"It will also hinder you when you are doing a mission," his mother stated. "What if you faced an opponent who could make multiple copies of themselves without feeling tired? Do you think it will be a smart idea for you to keep knocking them down? Because unless you are a stamina demon like me, then this isn't the way to work. Think before you act."

"Superboy, you had the right idea of trying to knock me down but you executed it badly," Naruto informed the black-haired teen. "If I was weak then it would have worked brilliantly but I am a lot stronger than my body type suggests as you might have realize. Next time, utilize your strength in a way that surprise me."

"Miss Martian and Aqualad, you got the idea that you needed to work together to find me," his mother praised with her blue eyes sparkling as she looked at them. "I liked the fact that you used Miss Martian telepathic powers to figure out where my clones was but it was also a very risky move to take. As you figure out Miss Martian, each one of my clones had taunted you, telling you that they were the clone with the real headband."

Miss Martian nodded her head. "We didn't consider the idea that your clones were going to play a game with us."

"We presumed that they didn't have any real thoughts since they obey your orders," Aqualad admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "From what Aquaman told me, your clones do what you say without question so I presumed one of them would have the thought of having the headband with you. We were wrong."

"My clones don't always obey me," Naruto informed Aqualad. "In fact, if I tell them to read a long science article, they would give me a look that said I am crazy. Sometimes, I even have a hard time of telling them not to let Yuuki near any piece of technology since I don't want to come home to find my T.V disassembled again."

"It was just one time," Yuuki reminded his mother. He didn't mean to disassemble his mother's television but he had been curious to find out how it worked. He just wanted to know if he could make a television without having his mother going out to buy one for them. If he could figure out how to work the technology or make it even better than his mother wouldn't have to waste her savings trying to buy them technology that he knew were out of her price range.

"I nearly had a heart attack," his mother said, ruffling his temporary red hair. "Though I was glad that you did manage to find a way to fix it but I am saying this again, you won't do something like that without my supervision."

"Yes, Mummy."

They both knew he had already broken the rule more than once but as long as he didn't get hurt or did it while she was at work then everything was fine. He knew his Mummy just wanted the best of him and needed him with her. Yuuki knew this whenever his mother closed her eyes and called out for his father's name. He knew if anything happened to him then his Mummy would become even scarier than the Joker. Out of everyone in the Justice League, it was his Mummy who was the most dangerous.

"Isn't he a little bit young to be playing with technology?" Robin asked, tilting his head at his mother.

"He build his first circuit board when he was five," his mother informed them and Yuuki knew that he didn't need to look behind a mask to see his mother's proud smile. "I don't think I can stop him from playing with technology...and should you be the one to talk Robin? I know you can hack into systems and you know your way through the tech but you don't see me complaining to Batman."

"No but you frustrate him," Robin muttered.

His mother frustrated everyone, Yuuki wanted to tell him. From the stories his mother's summons told him, his mother had always been a frustrating woman to deal with. His mother didn't know this but Gamakichi always told him stories about his mother's search for his father. Gamakichi tried very hard to hide it but Yuuki knew the frog hadn't liked his father. He didn't know why but Gamakichi had a reason for not liking him. There was a reason why the toad didn't like his father but he would never tell him.

Just like he knew his mother would never tell him how his father really died.

"I frustrate him because I don't play the mind games the way he wants," his mother said. "If he wants to know something then he only need to ask me because I am willing to tell him what he wants to know...well almost everything," his mother looked down at her watch. "Well I better go now because I don't want to be late for the charity event. This is the last time I will have my clone volunteered themselves for a charity event."

You always say that but you still use your clones during working hours, Yuuki thought, smiling widely at his mother. It wasn't his mother's fault. He knew it wasn't easy for his mother to be both a hero and a reporter but sometimes Yuuki wonder if lying to the world was really all that important. No one could hurt them. His mother was one of the strongest woman in the world so why should she hide who she was? His mother could kick anyone's ass.

"Are you seeing anyone Kitsune? Cuz I was hoping I could try my moves on you," Kid Flash said.

His mother snorted. "Ask me again in ten years and I might consider trying out your moves. Until then, I am sorry to say but I have only one man in my life: Yuuki."

I wouldn't mind if you go out on dates, Yuuki thought, staring at his mother. He didn't want her to be alone for the rest of her life. His father was dead and was never ever going to come back to them. His father would understand if his mother decided to marry someone else. Yuuki would be happy if his mother dated someone because it meant she wasn't all that alone. It would prove everyone wrong about his mother because there was nothing wrong with his mother.

He wanted his mother to be happy.

Naruto rubbed her shoulder and eyed the hotel in front of her with weariness. Must she really dress up for these events? She wondered, looking down at the blue dress. Sure she needed to interview Bruce Wayne about his deal with Queen Industries but did she really need to wear a dress? She rubbed the back of her neck. Maybe she should just tell her boss that she couldn't do it. She could just say Yuuki caught something but she also didn't want her boss to be furious with her.

Still why must she interview an asshole? She wondered to herself as she opened the door. Was it because she was the youngest member in the newspaper? Of course, it had to be that reason because Bruce Wayne had a thing for young beautiful woman as her boss would always comment. It should make her happy someone acknowledge her looks but she didn't want her looks to be used to interview some ass who wouldn't pay much attention to her questions. She did have more than her looks going for her.

Okay, she was not that smart but Naruto was still a lot smarter than people gave her credit for.

"Invitation?" One of the security guards asked when she reached the entrance of the ballroom.

Naruto smiled and pulled out the cream-coloured invitation card that her boss had given to her before she left work. Smiling tightly, she handed it over the security guard, who flipped the card open. He raised his eyebrow, stared down at her before slowly gesturing for her to go in.

She bowed to the guards, whose eyes lingered on her face. They probably were thinking of whether the birthmarks on her face were birthmarks or scars. It wouldn't be the first time people in this country wondered about the truth of her looks. Some of the men, who her college roommate forced her to go out with, had asked time in and time out if the marks on her face were real. The answer had always been a yes, which earned strange looks from those men.

"What is a pretty lady like you standing here by yourself?"

Naruto twisted her head around and was taken aback at the sight of a smiling Bruce Wayne standing behind her with two glasses of champagne in his hands. Was her boss right? Did this billionaire playboy only seem to go for anything that has a pretty face? No, if her instincts were right then what she saw on television wasn't the real person. Maybe if she found out the real Bruce Wayne and exposed him then maybe, just maybe, she could get a better job.

"Maybe I am waiting for a handsome man like yourself to come here and talk to me," Naruto said, giving him a smile. "My name is Naruto Uzumaki but you can call me Naruto."

"You don't sound like you come from America," Bruce said but the blonde didn't miss the calculating look in his eyes. "Could I know where you come from?"

"It isn't a place you would know of," Naruto admitted, thinning her lips as memories of her past flooded into her mind. This wasn't the time for her to remember her home. "It's a small country near Japan but that isn't why I'm here. I'm curious to know more about Bruce Wayne and his deal with the Queens."

The man stiffened at her words before shooting her a smile that would have made any sane woman, but her, swoon. If it weren't for the emotions radiating out of him then Naruto would have believed that smile of his. She would have dismissed the stiffening but it was hard for her to dismiss the emotions radiating out of him. Emotions of suspicion had always been hard for her to dismiss, not when it reminded her of the days of the war.

"And why would a gorgeous woman like yourself be interested about my deal with the Queens? You don't look like you're the type that care about technology deals," Bruce said as the blonde gulped down the champagne.

Shrugging her shoulders, Naruto said, "I ain't going to deny that; I don't really care about technology deals but I was told to interview you. If someone tells me about technology then I will think that you are talking in an alien language, which annoys my adorable little son."

"You're a mother," He said it with so much surprise that it made Naruto laugh.

"You aren't the first person to be surprised about the fact that I'm a mother," Naruto informed him as her smile faded when she thought of her baby boy. Was he having fun? Was he causing trouble? God, she hoped so. If not to make sure those brats work together like a team then it was for her to be reassured that her kid was going to be fine.

Sometimes she really felt like she didn't know if she was being a great mom or if she was just terrible.

"How old is your kid?"

"He's six," Naruto said, smiling brightly. "But he's a smart for his age…he inherited that from his father."

Her smile faded as memories of Sasuke flooded into her mind. It had been six years since she killed him, six years since she deprived her son of his father. She hadn't known she was pregnant until after the war and how she regretted it. No, even if she hadn't had Yuuki, she would still regret what she did.

Because no matter what Sasuke did, she loved him.

"I'm guessing the father abandoned you."

"He died before I found out that I was going to have a kid."

Bruce just stared at her but the blonde could see the man did not have any pity for her, which almost reminded her of how Batman reacted about Yuuki. He hadn't looked at her with sympathy for losing the father of her child. She hated how people think she was some poor girl who was stuck raising a child by herself.

She hated how people think it was sad that her son had no father, that she hadn't had the chance to tell him.

"To apologize for my rude question, I'll be happy to answer any questions that you have."

"Rude question? Nah, you asked a reasonable question," Naruto answered, waving her hand off. "But there is no take backs so be ready for me to grill you about it."

"Go ahead Ms. Uzumaki."

"Naruto."

"Oh?"

"Ms. Uzumaki makes me sound old and I'm not old," Naruto declared, grinning at him. "Now where do I begin? I know! What caused you to have this deal and what is it all about? Please explain it in a way that even a simple person like me can understand."

Maybe by hearing this deal, Naruto could become closer to her son and understand his immense joy in technology.

Dick couldn't help but stare at the red-haired boy, who was staring at Connor's bike with so much awe and curiosity that it wouldn't surprise the boy if this little kid was going to play with it. He tilted his head and glanced at Wally, who was still having a hard time processing that this little boy was Kitsune's son. Not that he could blame him because it was still very hard to believe the youngest member of the league had a kid.

"Staring at me won't make me disappear," Yuuki said, drawing his attention away from the bike and to Wally. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"I still can't believe Kitsune has a kid," Wally muttered, running his hand through his hair as he gazed at the curious little boy. "Not only that but her kid is nothing like her. Kitsune is wild but this kid is anything but that. He doesn't even look like her."

"Mummy says I take after Daddy when it comes to who I look like," Yuuki said, blinking his big blue eyes at them. "The only thing I have that says that I'm my Mummy's kid is my eyes. Daddy had black eyes."

"Does Kitsune talk about your father a lot?" Miss Martian asked, looking at the little boy with curiosity. Connor looked away from his bike and stared at the red-haired boy, whose smile faded and was replaced with a frown. It wasn't a sad frown, no it was one that showed he was contemplating answering their questions.

"Daddy and Mummy went to school together," Yuuki answered, looking down at his small hands. "Mummy said that Daddy was one of the smartest boys in her year, the only one smarter then Daddy is Mummy's closest male friend. She said that I look like Daddy when he was my age. Mummy says she loved Daddy since she was twelve even when he scowls. She said that Daddy needed to go and be with the angels, to be with his family."

Dick blinked his eyes at the sight of the sullen boy before glancing at his teammates, who looked just as lost as he felt. How the hell do you cheer up an upset boy? Kitsune warned them not to give her son any sweets, which was just plain cruel. He thinned his lips, run his hand through his hair and stared at the sad boy.

"Do you want to see some cool tricks?" Aqualad asked, drawing the boy's attention towards them.

"What kind of trick? Are you going to show me how your superpowers work? 'Cause I want some idea on how to make a new jutsu! I'm going to be a better fighter then my Mummy! I wanna show everyone that I'm my mum's son," The little boy declared, puffing his chest so high that Dick was almost tempted to say that the kid looked cute. Yet the memory of the mess he made in the kitchen was enough for him to reconsider this idea.

"What do you mean Yuuki?"

"I look like Daddy and I act like Daddy's big brother but I don't act like Mummy," Yuuki explained, looking at them like they were idiots for not understanding him. "Whenever people look at me, they will say that I must look like Daddy because I don't have anything to tell that I'm Mummy's son except my eyes."

"And shouldn't you be happy? Your Dad is gone and you know who you look like when you look at the mirror," Connor grumbled.

Yukio scowled. "Mummy always look sad whenever she looks at me and it is because I look like Daddy. She misses Daddy so much that she left her home and friends."

"You know that your Mum only thinks about you, don't you?" Morgan asked, drawing everyone's attention to her. The alien girl smiled hesitantly and stared at the upset boy, who looked up at her with surprise. Taking a deep breath, Miss Martian continued. "When we finally caught your mother, the only thought she had was if you were okay and how you would do a better job then us in finding her. I don't even need to read her mind to know that she loves you a lot."

"I know Mummy loves me but I don't want her to be sad," Yuuki muttered. "She is always sad or in pain because she has to take care of me, go to her day time job or be a superhero. I want her happy, I don't want her to think of Daddy every time."

"Has Kitsune ever gone on a date?" Wally asked and Dick couldn't stop himself from whacking the boy in the head for asking such a personal question.

"Mummy is too busy to date," Yuuki answered, frowning. "She says she doesn't want to date but she is lonely too. I want a Daddy too but I don't want to tell Mummy that because it will make her sad."

Looking at the thoughtful boy, Dick wondered if this was how Yuuki feel then what did Kitsune feel. In fact, he wondered about Batman and his lack of personal relationships. Unlike the other members of the league, he knew his adoptive father wasn't all that interested in making a meaningful relationship.

He wondered why that was the case.

"How was babysitting Kitsune's son?" Bruce asked, staring at Dick, who was being unusually quiet. It had been a long time since his adoptive son was this quiet. In fact, the last time this boy was this quiet was on the day his parents died. He thinned his lips, folded his arms against his chest while Alfred stared at his ward with worrying eyes.

"Kitsune's son is a lot different from what she presented him as," Dick answered, taking off his sunglasses. "If Kitsune is happy go lucky then her son isn't all that happy go lucky. He talks a lot like his mum but he is thoughtful. Are all six-year-olds thoughtful like him?"

Bruce thinned his lips and tried to whack his memory of the last six-year-old he truly talked too. Now that he thought about it, there weren't many kids he interacted with. The last actual kid he interacted was Dick and that was when he was nine-years-old. Kitsune's son is even younger then Dick.

"They usually aren't but Kitsune is a single mother that is juggling two lives isn't she?" Alfred questioned, raising his eyebrows at them. "It mustn't be easy for her to raise a child and her son must be smart enough to realize this. What about the father? Does he not take care of the child too?"

"He's dead," Bruce answered before Dick could reply. "Died long before Kitsune found out that she was going to be a mother."

"Is it really that hard to be a single mother?"

Bruce nodded his head and mused about the little blond-haired reporter that wasn't really fooled with his playboy personality. He couldn't be a hundred percent certain but that reporter had to be Kitsune. He might have never seen his colleague's face before but he definitely was able to spot her voice and accent.

Only Kitsune had an accent that didn't sound anything familiar to the world around him. He could recognize her loud and mischievous voice anywhere but he couldn't confirm it yet. The two of them had kids but while Kitsune was a happy woman. Naruto Uzumaki might be playful like his colleague but there was an underlying sadness in her.

"Not everyone is fortunate like Master Bruce," Alfred informed Dick. "Woman like Kitsune work very hard to provide things for their children. She needs to pay the bills, take her son to school, go to work, do work for the justice league and clean the house. If anyone should be called super, it should be her. Even I would be overwhelm with the amount of work that she had to go through."

"Yes, but Kitsune make clones and you can't make clones," Dick said, rolling his eyes and smiling. "Yuuki told us that making clones is really hard if they weren't like his mother. He also said that she uses them to do chores and keep an eye on him."

"And why did he tell you?"

"Wally wanted to know how Kitsune could keep an eye on him because the moment you take your eyes off of him, he's going to be playing with technology."

"Complete opposite of his mother," Bruce stated, earning a confused look from the others.

"What do you mean Master Bruce?"

"Someone always has to force Kitsune to be near technology and you can't trust her with technology."

It was a good thing Kitsune's son had a love for technology because Bruce wondered how the woman survived so far without destroying anything. The woman could barely make tea, which was saying something since it wasn't that hard to make tea. His collegue says it was because the technology was just too advance for her but her home couldn't be that backwards.

"…So how was the gala?" Dick asked, snapping him from his train of thought.

"It was interesting," Bruce answered, thinning his lips as he remembered the blond-haired reporter that he was certain was Kitsune. If the woman today was really Kitsune then he could understand why she gave herself that nickname. The birthmarks on that woman's cheeks made it seem like she had some animal heritage.

"Interesting? Did someone caught your eye?"

"A reporter," Bruce answered vaguely, flickering his eyes to Dick, who blinked his eyes at those words. "She is a pretty woman that might have the clues to solve the mystery of Kitsune."

"You think she's Kitsune?" Dick asked, looking so excited that Bruce was tempted to smile at him. Alfred blinked his eyes before raising his eyebrows at him but he just ignored what the butler was asking him. "Did you get her number? Because we can hack into her phone and see if it is true. I mean Kitsune isn't tech savvy enough to make a firewall."

"She wouldn't give it to me."

Dick blinked his eyes and gawked at him while Alfred looked faintly amused at his words.

"There's a woman out there that refuses to give Bruce Wayne her number?" Dick asked once he finally managed to stop looking like a dead fish. "Did she tell you why?"

"I believe her reason was that she didn't give her numbers to men who faked their emotions or their behavior," Bruce answered, taking a sip of his juice.

If he was another man then he would feel humiliated in the way she turned him down. He would have believed that the woman was just playing with him but Bruce knew better. He knew even if she wasn't Kitsune that it would be a bad idea to get involved with her or get close to her. She had a young son, who she saw as her world, and there was no way she would entertain getting close to him if she thought he would not be the right man for her son.

He didn't want to be with someone and disappoint them.

"…Was the reporter hot?" Dick asked.

"Dick!" Alfred said sharply. "That isn't a question you ask in the dining room table!"

"She is," Bruce answered truthfully. "And she isn't like any of the woman that you would meet in the gala. She didn't try to flirt with me but she made the interview seem like a conversation between two friends. Each time I talked about something technology, she would ask me to explain it and then make a comment about how her son would love to hear this."

"Are you going to try and see her again?" Alfred asked and Bruce knew from the glint in his butler's eyes that he had a crazy plan.

"I will probably see her again if the newspaper wants to do another interview."

"What newspaper did you say she work in?"

"I didn't tell you."

"Humour me."

"Gotham Gazette."

Why oh why did he have a feeling that Alfred was going to do something that would not only change his life but make things worse. He better be on his guard and make sure to do some check on his butler's plans.

He didn't want to go through the pain of another blind date.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think.