A/N

Okay! I hope you enjoy who's behind the door. :)

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"Aw, FUCK IT." Bruce rolled off of Wally and buried his face in the pillow. He muttered something which Wally had no desire to understand. So, instead, Wally got up and, picking the shreds up on the way, put on his clothes as he treked to the door.

"Tell them to fuck off," Bruce helpfully suggested.

"What if it's impor-"

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"I promise this is more,"

"It'll only take a minute,"

"It'll be-"

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"HOLD ON!"

"Bruce, really, I'll be-"

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"GEEZ!" Wally ran to the door and ripped it open, glaring accusedly at the knocker.

This is bad. Wally couldn'tbelieve his bad luck. " What are you doing here?!"

"Ineedyourhelpit'smegaimportandBatmanismissin gandwhyaren'tyouwearingclothesandtheworl dneedsyou,Wally,perferriblywithpants,so-" Wally slammed the door on his face as Bruce walked in the room.

Naked.

Wally gawked at him. Bruce almost smiled.

"You ready?"

Wally wiped the drool off his mouth, and said, "Bruc-"

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"Dammit!" Bruce walked to the door and threw it open. "WHAT?"

"WALLYIsaiditwasIMPORTANT! And- Dad?" Outside, in the rain, stood Nightwing.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing naked? Here? With Wally?" Dick's eyes darted back and forth, trying to ingore the obvious.

"Well you see it's a really funny story, real funny, um, well, you see..." Wally was stumbling, desperately trying to explain.

"We were about to partake in intercourse, so if you'd please..." Dick's eyes widened.

"...Intercourse?" Dick said. Bruce nodded, and Wally blushed bright red. "Aiiff..."

Dick fell back, passed out.

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Wally smacked Bruce in the chest.

"You killed him!"

"I didn't kill him," Bruce said. He was leaning against Wally's couch, still nude.

"Bruce, you can't just tell your son you're knocking boots with his bestie! What is wrong with you?"

"He would have found out the first time you turned red at my name, you know. Besides, I've had to deal with worse from him," Bruce walked around the couch and laid down, lounging.

"Still, your his dad! And... what? Why are you looking at me like that?" Bruce's lips twitched up in a smile, and in a slow and sexy voice...

"Draw me like one of your French girls," he said. Wally just stared, biting his lip.

"You're high, aren't you? Or am I? This isn't real. It can't be real. I'm dreaming," Wally starting pinching himself. Bruce gave the equilvant of a laugh.

"umpf..." Dick was still laying on the ground.

"Pants. You need pants. We both need pants, Bruce."

"I suppose. Although I'm a bit disappointed that he could be so easily defeated." Bruce said, going back into the bedroom.

"The hell... West, when was the last time you cleaned this carpet?" Dick groggily looked at Wally, who had just dove under a qulit on his couch. The cat walked over to Dick and licked his nose. "And when did you get a cat?"

"He's new. So... do you remember anything?"

"About my dad bonking you? Yeah, I remember. Did I really pass out?"

"It was more of a faint. You whimpered," Wally watched as Dick sat up. The cat was rubbing his head against Dick's knee.

"Great. Bruce must be so proud," Dick started petting the cat.

"He was otherwise preoccupied."

"EW! Did you two do... something... while I was here?"

"NO!" Wally was blushing.

"Well something happened. You're blushing."

"THAT DOESN'T PROVE ANYTHING!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does!"

"Doesn't!"

"Doe-"

They both stopped when the saw Bruce standing in the doorway, watching the encounter with a cocked eyebrow.

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"Oh joy... now who?"

A/N

Okay... I could not resist the french girl line. I'm sorry. (Laughs...) Not really sorry... I freaking love that line...

ALRIGHT! Now... who do you want to be at the door?

Jay

Tim

Clark

Damian

A high-ballin' batshit crazy ol' geezer

Or the police.

You choose!