"Robin, calm down." Batman chided, opening the passenger side of the Batmobile to put him in, buckling him extra tight so he wouldn't attack or distract him while he was driving. The raven haired boy just kept sobbing, an occasional laugh emitting from him. His hands clutched his hair, his stomach felt like it was on fire and he just wanted to sleep, or die. He didn't really care which, just as long as he could dream of his ex.

"Hey Bats, we'll meet you in the cave." Flash called to him, getting his ward to stay still long enough to put him on his back. Batman nodded, getting into the car as he shushed his crying ward. The worse was yet to come.

"I wanna go hooome!" Robin half sobbed/laughed, trying with all his might to get out of the seat belt, though only able to kick his legs since he 'forgot' how to use his arms.

"We're going home, try and be calm." Batman chided, grimacing at the speedometer. He was going 118 on a 50 mph road. "Remember what I taught you, count to ten every time the pain gets intense."

"That's not home! I want to go back to the mountain! I want Connor!" He yelled tears running down his smiling face; the gas had finally been dissolved into his blood stream, making his face muscles freeze in a creepy smile. It looked like it was being pinched up by invisible fingers.

"…" Batman growled, his knuckles turning white under the black gloves. He hated doubting himself, but maybe he was wrong in making them break up, could he be wrong? "Alfred, prepare to beds and two I.V drips, mix the bags with half water solution and anti-laugh serum." He told Alfred over his com. Grimacing when he imagined trying to get the needle in the child's arm. Even when he wasn't gassed he didn't like needles.

"Anything else sir?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, call Superman; tell him to bring his brat." He snarled, hating himself for backing down from his threat.

"Robin, sit still." Flash tried to hold the squirming teenager who sat on the hospital like bed in his boxers, the boy kept kicking at him and laughing maniaclly. "Damnit! Bruce, help!"

"I'm kinda busy with your kid!" He snapped, hitting Wally with an I.V, making the kid gasp as he pushed him back on the bed, tying him down to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself further.

"Ow! He bit me!" Flash yelled, looking at his wrist, looking down at Dick who smiled menacingly. Batman rolled his eyes, pushing Flash aside as he took the needle away from him. He pushed Dick onto his stomach, twisting his arm back behind his back, plunging the thick needle into his arm, making him scream in both shock and pain. He kicked Batman idly in the chest, making the man just roll his eyes. The kicks were nothing compared to what a grown villain could do.

"Dick, I got a surprise for you." He said, his voice sugary sweet. "You want to know what it is?"

"No, cause you're a prick." He said, laughing loudly as the gas took hold of his mind. "Prick rhymes with stick! And lick!"
"HA!" Wally laughed from the other bed, high fiving the air. "Love you!"

"Love you to motor mouth." Dick informed him, idly petting Batmans cape as his eyes burned. "Your cape is soft, ooooh! Can I have it?"

"God, when is the gas going to wear off?" Flash looked from the boys to Batman. The boys were not as bad as they were earlier, but still under the influence of the gas. Flash sat on one of the tables, tired from just having to deal with them. He wished Wally's metabolism would pick up, then it would get rid of the drug, but right now it was at a snails pace. Wally though was acting more normal then Dick, he was at least making partial sense, and wasn't as jittery as he once was.

"From the look at Wally's vitals I would say soon, but Dick… maybe a few hours, a day tops." Bruce informed, taking off his cowl, standing next to Flash. "I made up my mind."

"You're finally going to admit that im smarter then you?" Flash teased, wringing his yellow clad hands in worry. Trying to make the situation better, and trying to put his heart at ease.

"Never. Going. To . happen." He said slowly, emphasizing the never. "I decided to give that brat Superboy another chance. I want Dick to smile again, not fake it to make me happy. I want him to eat and sleep normally. But on two conditions."

Flash looked up, excited that they were getting back together, looked over at Dick, he was finally asleep, looking peaceful. Wally was still awake, trying to tear off the restraint around his legs, growling about them being unnecessary.

"What are the conditions?"

"They can date but I have to know what they're doing. At ALL times." He crossed his arms; he saw the small light near the batmobile turn on and off, indicating there visitors were coming down. "Secondly, he can never come to another one of my parties again… any social gatherings for that matter."

"That's understandable." He then had to ask. "Why is Dick in his underwear?"

"He thought he was a pretty princess, he took off his clothes and began dancing… I shall have nightmares about it for the rest of my life." He said, a smug smile, remembering the memory:

Flash back:

Batman had just pulled into the Batcave, he was worried when Robin began taking off his gloves and kicking his shoes off. It didn't look like he was going to stop there. He took off his mask and belt, working on his cape.

"Robin, what are you doing?" Batman demanded when his shirt was thrown off.

"Im a pretty princess Batman!" He batted his blood shot eyes at him. "Aren't I cute?" He took off his pants, beginning to dance like a ballerina…

End of flash back.

"… DUDE!" Flash began to laugh, he could just picture Robin doing something that funny, he wished he was there to see it. He stopped laughing when he heard the door leading to the cave open. He didn't have to look to know who it was.

"Evening guys, what's going on?" Clark asked as he descended the stairs, a heart broken Superboy following him. "Thought we agreed not to experiment on our sidekicks?"

"Hardy har har." Bruce snapped, trying not to glare at Superboy. "Harley gassed them, they're sleeping it off."

"Before we take another step tell us why were here?" Clark demanded, stopping Superboy from walking anywhere near Batman. He was finally starting to care about his so- clone.

"I want them to date again." Bruce said firmly. "I'm still pissed about what he did but… Robin wasn't Robin today; he'll need someone to guide him. When Superboy uses his head to think he is actually smart. I want him to help Robin. Robin will rejoin Young Justice, but on two conditions. One, you guys tell me where and what your doing before you do it, and two, never, come here when I have a party, got that?"

"D- Do you mean it?" Connor asked, his blue eyes lighting up with excitement and hope.

"Yes, so your first 'mission' as his boyfriend is to make sure he is ok, Laughing gas is horrible on him." Bruce said, pointing to the stirring sidekick.