Hey everyone! Sorry about the late update, I've been busy with school and such and I now feel the need to say, that I am indeed, extremely sorry. (Please forgive me?*gives you puppy dog eyes and hands you a dish of Nightwing brand, freshly made, cookies*)

Oh yeah, I forgot…I don't own anything.

Wally didn't know what to expect when he got a call in the dead of night.

So, as he sleepily made his way to reach his phone-which was annoyingly blaring the chorus of 'Gangnam Style'—, ready to speed over to punch that person in the face, with all the might and dignity of a sleep deprived teen ex-partner to the only member of the Justice League who could wear Batman undies in front of said guy without being killed by unknown reasons ( Though the Flash did, later, find his manly collection of Hello Kitty undies replaced by big, poofy, grandma panties—some of which he suspected was worn by granny Batman.)

He all but whined when he saw the caller ID.

"Aw Dick, what do you want?"

"Wally, I need your help."

He blinked, and took a double take. That was not the voice of his best friend.

So he did the logical thing and kept still while he tried to place the voice.

"…Hello? Wally?"

"…"

"Um, hello?"

"…"

"…I know you're there."

"…?" he all but asked, eyes widened as little Wallys in his head frantically tried to place the information.

The voice sounded annoyed as he replied his unsaid question.

"I can hear you breathing."

"…Who are you?"

He vaguely heard a slap on the other end of the phone(Probably face palming, a Wally in his head supplied wisely) and incoherent mumbling.

"It's me, Robin."

His eyes instantly brightened when he finally recognized the voice, and smiled triumphantly when the little Wally in his head pulled out a file on the newly appointed boy wonder.

He really needed to color-code it sometime.

"Oh hey little birdy! What's up?"

Robin sighed. "I need your help."

"Well, Wally West, at your service!"

"Great. Come over at Mount Justice tomorrow, 6 AM sharp. Don't be late, we need to go over the game plan with the others."

"I thought I told you I won't be on the hero gig anymore," he said, rubbing his temples.

"No, don't worry, we're not gonna play hero. You can come in your Flash pajamas if you want."

"Oh ha ha very funny, so what do you want me there for anyway?"

"It's a long story."

"Shoot, I have plenty of time," it was true, now that he was woken from his precious sleep, he didn't feel the need to go to bed anymore.

"Well, long story short…Dick didn't want us to find out about something, so he set a sugar-rushed Bart on us."

"…Wow, that's low, even for him."

"So, we decided to get revenge, and we've voted for you to help us, as you're the most reliable."

"Seriously, of all the people you chose me?"

"Look, are you in or not?"

"Well duh, of course I'm in! Hold on, you said 'we', but…who else is in on this?"

"The whole Team, plus another…guest. She promised to help us, but it's best she stays unknown to the rest of the Team, you know how Connor is when it gets to the all-sensitive Superman subject, despite the fact that they're better aquainted now."

"But—"

"Oh yeah, I guess Star's on it too."

It took him a second for his mind to work and understand the answer, sleep-deprived as it is.

"Wait you mean Star. The Star. Starfire. Koriand'r. The famed princess of T—"

"Yes that's her, more or less. The other dimension version of her anyway."

"What?!"

"Goodnight, and don't be late."

"But—"

Beep beep beep.

Wally was left to stare dumbly at the phone, wondering what had went wrong with the education on this generation. Shouldn't you be more respectful to your seniors?

"You so owe me an explanation." He sulked, while grudgingly trudging back to his bed. He didn't want to be late to a Bat.

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"Are you sure he's gonna be here?" Karen asked, impatiently pacing around the room.

"Relax, 'Bee, I don't think Wally's one to play at a Bat's nerves," Mal said, trying to distract Connor enough to snatch his remote, "Even a mini one at that."

Tim looked up from typing something on his holographic screen on his glove to glare at Mal. He flinched, and looked away. Sometimes he wondered if the Bat gave his kids lessons on glaring.

"Yeah, relax Karen, he still has, like five more m—aw dammit, HOLD STILL!" Cassie yelled, the last part directed at Bart, who was hyper bouncing on the couch that they were sharing, and basically just getting on Cassie's nerves.

Suddenly a heavenly smell wafted from the kitchen and sure enough, Megan came out, holding a large batch of cookies. Starfire came floating out too, in her arms supporting yet another two humongous batches of cookies.

"I hope that's enough," Megan said worriedly, wiping sweat from her forehead. La'gann came from behing her, snaking an arm around her waist.

"Don't worry yourself too much angelfish, you're gonna get wrinkles on that pretty face," he said, while almost everyone in the room gagged.

Megan, however giggled, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

Jamie looked up from his magazine and looked at the cookies wearily.

"At least now we know we won't have to wait long for Wally, this smell will lure him like bees to—"

"COOKIES!"

Then there was a multi-colored blur as a familiar red-head came streaking by, his yell of joy drowning out the announcement of his arrival.

"Aw gee Megan, you shouldn't have," he said, through a mouthful of cookie.

She giggled, and ruffled his hair, "Anytime Wally."

Bart looked vaguely disappointed as he looked at the once full trays filled with mouth-watering baked goods, and pouted at Wally.

"Aw, you didn't have to eat ALL of them, remember last time when you barfed all over the—"

"Okay that's enough kiddo, TMI, TMI." He glared at his…cousin, mentally counting the number of times he could kill him in the near future, just not with Megan and Cassie and the girls around.

Speaking of girls…

"Oh Wally! It is GLORIOUS to see you again, though it is technically not 'again' because you have not seen this version of me before in your dimension, and so—"

"Star—can't—breathe—"

Blushing slightly, Starfire put down Wally, whom she had just locked in a death-gripped hug moments before.

"Excuse me, I am still coming to terms with my…strength," she said sheepishly.

Grinning, Wally waved his hand, dismissing any hard feelings…though his pride still felt a little wounded, being hugged by a girl who had left bruises on his arms, though he knew they were already beginning to fade, still, it hurt. But then again, it wasn't like Artemis didn't do that often enough.

"Naw, it's all cool," he said giving this new Starfire a onceover, "And, for one thing, I guess I can say that you are, indeed not from around here." He said the last part as a comment to her hero suit, mentally comparing it to what this dimension's Starfire wore.

Needless to say, it was much more modest, and though he was close friends with his Star, he felt some blood rush to his head when he remembered how he had been when he first saw Starfire's outfit(1), up to this day, he could still point the exact position of the bruise Nightwing, still Robin at that time, had gave him.

It lasted for weeks, and he remembered wondering if Batman had finally figured out the secret for punching a speedster.

So once he had finished all the cookies, grudgingly leaving a batch to Bart when Megan not-so-subtly reminded him to share, they all sat down on the couches, with Robin somehow ending up in the center, the most strategic position for a leader to sit, on a couch anyway.

"So, tell me," Wally began, contently patting his belly as he looked at the boy wonder," What exactly do you need me for?"

Tim grinned, and the impishness reminding him of Dick when he was plotting something, and he subconsciously scooted further away.

"To convince him," he said simply, but the tone of it told him it was a more important job than he thought.

"Oka-a-a-y," he said, "Um, can you uh, elaborate?"

Tim nodded, and a holographic image of some abandoned warehouse appeared.

"Okay look, so the plan is, you see this warehouse here?" he pointed at the image and flicked his finger. It spun and stopped so Wally could see the entrance, "I want you to accompany him there where his Romani fan-club will be hosting its 'annual founding party'. Don't worry, I made an invitation card, even got the seal and all," he pulled something out of his belt, and it was a pale pink piece of card paper, and on the sides it was dotted with tiny Nightwing symbols.

In the front, written in neat, cursive handwriting, was the word 'Invitation' in Romani. He flipped the card open, and inside was the details, all written in a certain former Boy wonder's native tongue.

"So the plan is, Megan is going to shape-shift into a hyper, Nightwing fangirl who speaks little English. She tells him that they are hosting the party, and decided to come here as it's where he was first sighted, to host it. See, tonight, she's going to be a maiden in distress, about to hit by an oncoming truck, but you, being in the area, saw the immediate danger and scooped her up before she could get hit."

"Of course I'll make sure 'Wing's in the area. You then zoom her over to Nightwing, and plop her in his hands, so it's like he saved her instead. But you have to make sure that you go fast enough that no one really sees you run and all, got it?"

Wally nodded, and waited for Tim to continue with the plan.

"So, she opens her eyes, sees Nightwing, and hands him the envelope with the invitation inside. You go stand by the shadows, so after Nightwing returns her to her distressed mother, who is actor number one," Tim grinned, "You step out and convince him to go to the party, which he will, 'cus you know as well as anybody he's got a soft spot for Romani-speaking people. So you go with him to this warehouse, which will be decorated with banners and all those fan club stuff, courtsy of the rest of us."

"So then you leave him, and he walks inside to face his worst nightmare…" he trailed off, his grin getting more sadistic every time Wally looked.

He waited, holding his breath, to see what Tim would say.

"Fangirls," he said, excitedly, "Rabid, harassing, violating fangirls, the worst from their kind, all in one, locked, secluded place, where his technology won't work. Cassie, Connor, and Jamie will be in charge of making sure they all come. And I installed cameras all over the place, so we'll be able to watch, live."

Okay, the next time he thought Bats were scary, it would be nothing compared to this torture. Tim had taken evil to a whole new level.

"And, so he can't get out of this place, I locked the door…with Batman's special blend of super glue."

"Batman has super glue?"

"So good even the man himself can't break through its bonds without a super's help."

Okay, Tim was really scaring him now.

"So…how will he get out?" he asked hesitantly, as if Tim would suddenly shed his skin and turn into the Joker.

"Oh, he'll find his own way," he said dismissively, "If not, we already have Big Blue's son on standby so, yeah its cool."

He looked around to see how the others would react. They seemed surprisingly cool about it, and he wondered what Dick had did to make them inflict this torture on him.

He got his answer soon enough when Cassie pumped her fist and yelled, "Oh yeah! That'll show him! Serves him right for making us deal with a sugar-rushed…Bart." She said the last few words like a curse, and shuddered at the thought. Wally shuddered too. He guessed that Bart was worse than him in a sugar induced frenzy, for he had never seen the usually kind Megan been so…so…enthusiastic.

He nodded solemnly, and prepared himself. This was one long day….

Phew! And it's done! Thank you for being so patient with me! This took me like, three days to plan it all out, with the limited time I have with studies…and a term test coming up this week…

But anyway! I won't depress you with my ramblings, so first of all , (1) about (YJ)Star's uniform in YJ dimension, it's supposed to be more revealing than the TT one, but not as revealing as the DC one. So I guess, tall, boots with a miniskirt(Like TT), and a revealing midriff with uh…a top like TT's but without the metal plate thingy, so it's a tube top? Whatever, just be wild with your imagination!

And…of course, review, review, and review!