I like writing about kids. They're just so cute… but I noticed I messed up so I'm going to fix it without having to rewrite anything. I really like messing with kids and sense my dream's left me shitless, I'm going to try to let cuteness to help me. Stupid planes… why d'ya gotta crash… and kill me and Sam… stupid dogs… talking to me… calling me a bitch… -.-

Now I hope you're happy with yourself 'cause I'm not laughing.

"Barry, the sooner you shut up, the sooner I can fix them. Now, shut the hell up and protect my baby. If he gets hurt, I swear I will jump through this phone and snap yours, Wally's and Iris' neck. You got that?"

Barry had to hold the phone away from his ear so Bruce wouldn't break his eardrums.

"Calm down, Wayne. Dick's okay. Wally and him are back in the bedroom, watching Spongebob and eating KFC. They've never been happier," he assured his friend, setting a hand to his head.

He heard the heavy sigh.

"I… I'll get right to work on fixing them…" Bruce sounded like he had more to say, but he hung up before he could.

Barry hung up on his side too, setting the phone back in its dock. He turned his eyes back to the football game, not even bothering to look amused. He was bored and he was proud to show it. Iris looked at him from the mirror, slipping in her earrings.

"Do you want me to ask the station if they'll run the story? We could get word out to faster and get help?" she offered.

Barry shook his head firmly, not even trying to think over it.

"Nah; to do that, we'd have to show the kids and I bet they won't dress up. Bats' certainly won't show his boy unmasked willingly. Even around the others, he has the poor kid douching up the place with his indoor shades."

Iris' expression saddened.

"Alright, sorry… I have to run off to work. Keep an eye on the boys," she dashed to his side, kissing him an inch or two above his ear.

He scrunched his nose up, smiling widely to himself.

"Kay; love you babe!" he called after her.

XxXxX

"Where's Master Dick?" Alfred inquired, raising an eyebrow as Bruce entered the Wayne Manor alone.

From the hurt expression that shifted over Bruce's face, Alfred couldn't help but assume the worst. Every negative possibility rushed through his head as he hurried to the eldest ebony's side.

"What happened? Was he hurt? Killed? Kidnapped? Where is he?" Alfred's words tangled themselves within another, unable to clear out of the way in time.

Bruce set a comforting hand to the worried butler's shoulder when it was him that needed it. He took a deep breath before walking into the study.

"Bruce!" Alfred desperately called, his eyes wide with fear.

Bruce stopped, frowning heavy as he turned around.

"He's fine Alfred," he sounded more like he was trying to assure him that. "He's with Kid Flash."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. Since when did Bruce trust his ward at someone else's house? He knew better than to question though.

"O-Oh… alright," he nodded curtly. "How many places should I set for dinner?"

Bruce turned back around and started walking.

"Just one," he said, his voice freezing.

Alfred frowned lightly, nodding. He turned around himself and headed to the kitchen, his heart a lead anvil in his chest. It was just like it was before they had been blessed with Dick; lonely and empty.

XxXxX

"What'd they say?" Wally asked, seated in his roll-chair, the laptop open, his fingers poised over the keyboard.

Dick had his little ear pressed to the door, a ninja turtle blanket draped over his shoulders.

"They think us watching sponge… Spongebob…" he stumbled over the name before grinning and dashing to Wally's side.

The ginger's eyes lit up and he helped Dick up onto the chair next to him. The little ebony scooted closer, resting his head on Wally's shoulder. He seemed attention starved, always wanting to be touching some part of the ginger. Wally didn't mind seeing that he was the same way.

"Good job bro," they weakly fist bumped before their eyes both darted to the computer screen.

Wally opened the internet to Google, going to the search bar. He glanced down at Dick, unable to hide a smile from how adorable the little boy was.

"Spell your name for me?"

Dick pursed his lips, looking up and thinking for the longest time.

"Big D… little ick… Big G… little ray… son," he spelled slowly. [1]

Wally raised an eyebrow, but his index fingers pecked at the keys until the youngest's name was spelt across the screen. He hit enter, waiting patiently for the internet to do its job. Dick tugged on his shirt sleeve, his eyebrows furrowed. Wally glanced back down at him, setting a hand over his little fingers so they'd stop tugging.

"Yeah?"

Dick stared at the pale hand over his for a second, his mind derailing for a second. When he realized he'd crash if he didn't focus, he shook his head and fought to remember his question.

"Why my hair black? Black icky," he stuck his tongue out, looking angry for a moment before he giggled.

Wally laughed, just old enough to grasp the concept of racism.

"Don't say that Dick. It'll get you in trouble," he secretly smiled to himself.

The youngest looked surprised, blushing lightly.

"Sorry," he apologized, with a shy smile. "But why my hair no brown?"

Wally looked closely at the kid's hair. He could see a trace of brown along the roots, but it looked black throughout the rest of it. He shrugged.

"I-," the Google search page popped up and he smiled confidently, "Looks like we're about to find out…"

[1] "Big D, little I, big N, little ozzo."-Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS

So, Bruce is going to go to the Bat Cave to work so you know it just got serious up in here. And Wally was smart enough to realize all he had to do was Google stuff to catch him up… It's only a matter of time before we have a sobbing five year old on our hands. I messed up Dicky's hair color, so deal with meh (: I'm have the JL work on the case too… Probably.

-F.J.