Hey everyone. Here is another chapter to our beloved comedy series. This time, we are moving back to see Robin's perspective and watch as Phase Two starts unfolding. This will be longer than some of the other chapters, so you might be spending more than ten minutes now. Enjoy!

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Chapter Eleven: Beginning the Second Phase

Dick stepped into Wayne Manor later that day, having relished in a rather interesting day at school. Apparently, having "two dads" was good enough to become an automatic chick magnet and he ended up being surrounded by multiple girls all day. While it was nice, it made getting to classes on time an even bigger pain in the ass considering how many girls were both flirting with him and kept on getting in his way. But Dick quickly learned how useful it became after some guys tried bulling him for hogging the spotlight and attempted to tease him for having a "fag" for a dad. No sooner had the jerks grabbed his collar did they find themselves being pulverized by the very females they were trying to win back. Some were even offended by their comment towards Dick and kicked them in the crotch for a more painful experience. Artemis was able to video-record the incident without needed to get in close. She had to fight the urge to laugh while she did this though and Dick swore that when she passed him that he heard Artemis say,

"We'll laugh about this someday."

His new adoring fans even offered cookies or sandwiches just to keep Dick's attention on them. They simply cooed over him and kept their gazes on him. They laughed at all of his jokes, agreed with everything that he said, even followed his every order even when Dick didn't mean what he said. It was some sight to see twenty-odd girls hopping on one leg for the next thirty minutes.

Even the teachers seemed to be treating him differently because of the Gotham Stars issue; his math teacher (who was a woman) decided to spend all of the period demonstrating the importance of the number 69 (don't ask), history became a pity-party since the teacher feared that the name Wayne would die out biologically speaking, even science was spent trying to understand how hormones could be different in some males or females. And all classes even decided to exclude Dick from any homework that the class was forced to suffer through the night because of any "stress from the current situation." Barbara claimed that it was a pathetic thing for everyone to make a big deal over, as the supposed "relationship" between Gotham's Prince and Clark Kent didn't change Dick whatsoever. Dick pointed out that she was one to talk, considering how she dealt the most damage to the idiots harassing him in the first place.

It was going to be a tough thing to explain to Alfred about why his boxers had become two sizes too big in the short time of eight hours when the laundry was going to be washed that night.

Dick entered the kitchen and snatched two peanut-butter cookies off the counter, relishing in his favorite snack in all of it's salty-sweet glory as he walked off into the Batcave. Alfred sighed at the young teen's failure to keep the crumbs from his snack off of the floor and went to get the vacuum cleaner. A clean house was a happy house after all!

Free from the usual three hours worth of homework, Dick decided to spend his unusual freedom by practicing on the trapeze Bruce set up in the cave three years ago. All of the swinging and somersaulting in the air helped get rid off the stress that the Boy Wonder was holding in for the pass few days. Now that Phase One was done, he and Conner could proceed with Phase Two on the operation. He was so caught up with his routine that Dick failed to take notice of the unusually loud grunts that slowly made their way down into the cave. It wasn't until a tired voice called his name that Dick stopped what he was doing and almost fell down into the safety net below.

When Dick looked up, he almost had a heart attack as he saw his foster father covered in scratches and looked like he was hit by a tornado. The business suit that Bruce usually wore was now only good for cleaning rags. The moment that Dick tentatively placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder, the coat and pants simply gave in and collapsed onto the ground. Now the billionaire was left standing in his briefs, which was bad considering how cold the Batcave could become.

Dick smirked, "Is that the Wonder Woman symbol I see adorning your underwear?"

"Shut up and call Alfred down here!" Bruce hissed.

"You sure you don't want to put on something warm first?" Dick replied slyly, "After all, what would dear Alfie say if he saw the example you were setting in front of me during-"

"I said to get Alfred!" Bruce barked in a louder voice. Dick jumped in his shoes and proceeded to get the butler down with some extra clothing for the older man. When he returned with Alfred, the old man simply gaped in shock at seeing his employer wearing nothing but his briefs. The shock was soon replaced with giggles as Alfred noticed what the undergarments were covered with, not even going away when the Dark Knight gave a warning growl. The old man went too far however, when he pulled out a camera and attempted to use it and have a batarang thrown at it and destroy the small piece of technology.

"No cameras," Batman growled, "Period!"

"Of course, sir," Alfred said dryly, "Now set a better example for Master Richard and get some clothes on. I will not tolerate stripping even in the Batcave."

"Wait," Dick replied, "I think Bruce wanted to talk to me first. What happened to you anyways, old man? Did Catwoman pay you a visit?"

Bruce stared at his son for a few moments before replying, "Women. And you?"

"Same," Dick replied, "Except I wasn't used as a scratching post. Why were you torn apart?"

"Did you hear the news yet?" Bruce asked.

"You mean how you and Uncle Clark are now an item?" Dick pondered for a moment, "Yeah, I did. I was going to ask you why you never told me about this before the news got-"

"I was going to ask what letter Kent gave you yesterday!" Bruce growled, "If you had anything to do with my crappy day, I swear-"

"Relax, Bats. Keep your tights on," Dick said calmly, "I have no idea what you are talking about. Uncle Clark gave me an envelope and told me to 'do what I was supposed to do with it' and all that jazz."

"So you know that someone 'bumped' into you moments later?" Bruce pressed on.

"To be honest," Dick confessed, "I didn't even know it was missing until I got back last night. But I thought it wasn't important until I read that article this morning."

"I've heard that one before," the Dark Knight glared.

"What? The 'I didn't know it was missing' part? Or the 'I have no idea what you are talking about' excuse?" Dick asked.

"The second one," Bruce replied, "Because of that article, all of the female staff tried tearing me apart and I'm their boss!"

"You do realize that we are in Gotham, sir?" Alfred deadpanned, "Where clowns are murderers and children can run around in tighty-whities without being asked why?"

"Not now, Alfred!" Bruce warned, "You're next after I'm done with Dick!"

"And why is that, sir?" The butler asked innocently.

"Because I know you two are plotting against me and I'm going to prove it!" Declared the Dark Knight.

"Yeaaah," Dick said slowly, "While you do that and go crazy with the lack of evidence, I'm going to Mount Justice. If that's okay with you, that is..."

"Not until you finish your homework," Bruce smirked.

"No worries," It was Dick's turn to grin, "I don't have any. Guess it's one of the perks of having two dads. Bye!"

"I am NOT married to that idiot!" Bruce shouted out to Dick as the teen rushed upstairs. When Alfred was certain that Dick was gone, he turned to his employer, who then turned a light shade of pink,

"Now then, sir. I insist that you show some dignity in your father's house and wear something other than those fan-boy undergarments. And I also wish to as you something else. Were you trying to blame me for you problems simply because I am a butler?"

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"Recognize, Robin. B02."

"Hey Conner," the Boy Wonder greeted the young Kryptonian.

"Hey Rob," Conner greeted back eagerly, "M'gan's in the living room if you want to talk to her."

Understanding the hidden message, Robin nodded and headed towards the living room where everyone else was sitting down in front of the newly repaired TV as it played Chicago. Artemis winked at him, clearly still relishing in the events earlier that day. Wally saw this action and glared at her suspiciously before going back to enjoying his large plate of nachos. Kaldur was in deep conversation with Zatanna, possibly talking about yesterday's spell by the way they were laughing loudly. Conner sat down and patted on the cushion next to him, signally for Robin to sit down next to him. As he did this, Robin felt the cool sensation of M'gan's mental touch reaching out to him before the usual echoing noises filled his head.

Great. M'gan spoke. Now that everyone's here, we can get down to business.

To defeat...the huns! Wally chanted out of nowhere. Everyone stared at the Speedster, who then proceeded to eating his snack again.

Yes. Kaldur agreed. Now that Phase One is complete, Phase Two shall commence soon enough. Robin, how much time do you need before the recordings from yesterday are completely ready.

Depends. Robin admitted. Might need another day or two before we can send it out on the air. Good amount of time too, it'll be spicious.

Spicious? Artemis raised her eyebrows. You mean like the opposite of-

Suspicious. Conner answered. Right?

Yep. Robin confirmed. Good guess, Conner.

So where should we upload the "evidence?" Zatanna asked. It's not like we can use the computer here and not get caught!

You are right, Zatanna. Kaldur agreed. Our best option is to do it somewhere else to draw the attention away from us.

True. Bats just finished interrogating me just five minutes ago. Robin explained. We could try Metropolis. Lois could have it uploaded in the Daily Planet.

But that would mean she would become the main suspect! Conner exclaimed. Lois is tough, but I don't want her to deal with that much heat! Why can't we do it in another city?

Hello Megan! M'gan startled everyone slightly as she jumped up. Luckily, this was during the end of the "Funny Honey" number so it looked like she was cheering, especially since she squeaked with glee. Why don't we just upload the recording in the Watchtower? That way, it would look like there was a mole in the Justice League!

Oh please! Not the "mole" thing again!i Artemis groaned. Plus, that would draw more attention to that butler guy Robin's been telling us about. And how are we supposed to get in there without the computers detecting us?!

Don't look at me. I'm not hacking their system again! Robin declared as everyone looked at him.

How about M'gan disguises herself as someone on the Justice League and hands the recording file to the Daily Planet? Wally suggested. And it we make sure that the person M'gan disguises herself as is in the city in the same area...-

Then we could deflect the attention onto that person! Robin finished. KF, you're a genius!

Oh stop it, you're embarrassing me! Wally said sarcastically.

His brain is as big as his ego... Artemis observed sarcastically.

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Meanwhile, back at the Watchtower...

"Tell me why you were in my room!" Superman pounded at the interrogation table and left a large dent in the metal. The next person he was questioning was Green Arrow, who did not look even a little scared. In fact, he was not amused at all with the Man of Steel.

"Look Supes," Green Arrow began, "First off, I was nowhere near your room yesterday. And second off, just because you dressed like Batman does not mean you ARE Batman!"

"Then maybe you should get the real deal!" And evil voice whispered in the archer's ear.

The screams were so loud, that Black Canary made a mental note to herself to copyright her "Canary Cry" and sue the wannabe in the process.

I made true on my word, this was longer than the previous chapters you've received and around the same length like in the beginning. To anyone who was offended by my usage of the word, fag, I had no intentions of hurting anyone's feelings and apologize. It was just used to make those guys sound more like real douchebags. If anyone is confused, Chicago is a Broadway musical that was turned into a film in 2002 that won Best Picture and "Funny Honey" is the second song in the show (excluding the Prologue, that is). I am probably taking the day off tomorrow so I can relax a little and let this chapter sink in. But I will be back around Sunday afternoon or evening, so don't worry. Keep Reviewing and Happy Readings!