Hello, fellow Fan Fictioners! Sorry it took me a while to put up another chapter...of anything I'm writing lately. Anyway, this idea was given to me by one GhostDog401. Hope you enjoy. And GhostDog, I hope this chapter satisfies your hopes.

A good friend will bail you out of jail...

Dick Grayson sat with his head in his hands. He was so dead when his dad found out. Yeah, not if. When. Bruce knew all, saw all. *I'm am so screwed. So, so so screwed!* Dick thought as he ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't call Alfred. He would tell Bruce. He couldn't call Barbara. She was a police chief's daughter. He would tell Bruce. He couldn't call Roy or Wally...they were in the cell with him. That's right. Mild manored, young socialite of Gotham was in a jail cell. Why? Because his two big brothers are complete and total idiots.

Wally and Roy were trying to figure out who would get the one phone call. Yeah, they didn't each get their own phone call, like TV lead everyone to believe. There was one call for the three of them. "Dude, let's just call Barry. He's cool."

Roy sighed. "No. We've been through this. Barry will tell Bruce. You know he will." The gingers were trying to figure out who they could call that wouldn't serve their baby brother to his dad on a silver platter. "You could just let me call Ollie. You know he's not going to say anything. Bruce can't stand talking to him anyway." Roy threw back.

Wally sighed. "You know what, I'm calling Barry. There's no one else. Ollie's probably with some girl anyway." Wally said that last bit in a low voice to Roy. No need to talk about that kind of thing in front of a ten year old.

Richard groaned and leaned against the wall. "I am so dead!" he yelled. The red heads looked at the little raven haired kid they were so attached to.

"C'mon, Dick. It's not that bad," Wally insisted. Dick glared up at Wally, not getting up from the bench in their cell.

"Not that bad?" the younger boy asked, his voice low. "Not that bad?! Wally, you had me hack into the scanner's by that store's doors so you could steal iPods!"
Dick yelled. Roy and Wally looked at each other. Okay...so maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have the kid help them steal, but really...those iPods were outrageously charged! They had every right to listen to music, much as anyone else did.

Wally got let out of the cell to call Barry. When he came back, his head was hung slightly. "Well?" Roy asked. "What did Papa Speedster say?"

"He told me that we were idiots. That Bruce would most likely kill us. He also said that I'm grounded for the next month...Oh, an he'll be here in fifteen minutes."
Wally sat down by Dick, with Roy on the other side of the youngest of their band of idiots. After a moment of silence-aside from Dick muttering about all the different ways that Bruce could kill him-green eyes met blue. The gingers started laughing.

Dick looked between his big brothers. "What's so funny?" He demanded with ire.

"Sorry, Dickie bird," Roy said. "It's just...That was so-"

"It was awesome!" Wally yelled through his laughter. The older boys were clutching their sides as they cracked up. Dick looked at them like they were insane. Didn't they realize what Bruce was going to do to them? And yet...it was pretty cool. Dick had no trouble hacking into the feeble security walls in the security scanners for anti-theft. They wouldn't have gotten caught, except that Wally got a little ahead of himself and ran into a mall cop. That wasn't the bad part. Wally fell back and the iPod that had been in his jacket pocket was on the floor next to him. The cop looked at his guilty face and heard the nervous laughter. Then, there was Roy's and Dick's identical faces of horror as they heard the store manager yell about two iPods missing and how those boys didn't even buy anything.

Then, there was the whole, calling actual cops, and going to jail. One of the cops had asked for a picture of Dick for his daughter. The officer in charge of watching the cells promised not to tell the tabloids. All things considered, it went pretty well. Dick started laughing along with his brothers.

"The way the store owner just believed you were tying your shoe for five minutes!" Roy burst out.

Dick mock scowled. "Hey, bows are hard," He barely managed to get out through his laughter. "We would have been fine if it weren't for Kid Can't watch where he's going."

Wally tried to frown through his laughter. "It's not my fault! That cop was so skinny. Aren't most of them all pudgy from donuts?" Just then, the police officer sitting outside their cell looked in and glared at Wally. That just made the boys laugh harder.

"Dude, stop talking!" Richard begged as he started to calm down.

Roy shook his head. "Seriously, West. You're going to end up having to post bail just to get out of here."

"Yeah, whatever," Wally said.

"Can you imagine Alfred's face when he finds out his spotless little charge is now in the system?" Roy asked. They all took a moment to picture the Englishman's look of horror. That made them start laughing again. Ten minutes later, Barry Allen came in to find his three idiots still laughing. He shook his head and talked to the police officer in charge.

"I just don't understand how they've been laughing this whole time," Officer Johnson told Barry as he unlocked the door.

Barry just shook his head. "Officer, I wouldn't try to. I've known them for a while and they still confuse me sometimes." Johnson laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, I have three boys at home. It's pretty much the same thing. All three of 'em yours?"

The blonde man smirked at the "brothers" and smiled. "They sure are," he responded with joy. Okay. So Barry and Ollie and Bruce didn't always see eye to eye on how to discipline the boys. Maybe sometimes Barry and Ollie were too eager to be more the boys' friends than their mentors and guardians. But there was one thing on which all the men could agree. They considered all of the boys their own, without question. Even old grumpy Brucie, as Barry affectionately called him. "Alright boys. Time to go home," Barry called. All three heads snapped up, and Wally was the first to speak.

"Aw, Uncle B, do we have to?" Wally whined jokingly.

Richard jumped up on the bench and slapped the back of the ginger's head. "Yes, we have to!" the youngest of the trio exclaimed. Then, as opposed to getting back on the ground, he simply jumped onto Wally's back, which Wally didn't even really seem to notice. He just automatically put his hands under the kid's thighs to support his weight. Both Wally and Roy were more than accustomed to Dick climbing on them, so this wasn't that odd. Some people in the League called Robin the little bird, Barry thought of him as more of a baby monkey, the way he was always climbing on everything. He shook his head as the troublesome trio walked out of the cell and to the parking lot.

...but a best friend will be there in jail with you, saying, "That was awesome!"

It took me a while to get it done, but here it is! Ta daaa! This really is a short chapter, but I felt like if I made it longer, it would just be kind of dragged out and lose effect. Imma a quality over quantity kind of girl. So...I hope you guys like it. Stay tuned for the next chapter requested by another reader. Seriously, if you guys have ideas for this story-or any of my others-PM me, and I'll most likely pop it in. Provided it is clean.