And I hath returned! WITH HORRIBLE NEWS! I wrote another at least half a chapter after this but stupid me decided to wait another thrity seconds to save me and my computer shut down, without Autosave. Therefore, I am frantically trying to write another couple chapters so I will not be late. I SHALL TRY! Oh, and people I shall love forever:

GrayBats

grayson4life (you're about to see what makes it a bad morning, it includes a couple nearly slit throats)

and cutie0612!

That's right! I kept track! They are on my "Love Forever List"! Haha! Thank you guys! Alright... anything else...? Nuh uh, but, um... yeah, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Nothing here I own. There are no OCs in this chapter, but if there ever are I don't lay claim to them either! I am not a hypocrite, and would actually feel quite flustered if someone copied my work, cause that's like the best compliment EVER!

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT IN MY ROOM?!" Artemis glared at the ginger, eye twitching.

"I don't know! You told me to go get him, and he was gone! The door wasn't even opened!"

"No duh, he could've closed it, Kid Idiot!"

"He didn't, I checked the video footage!"

"Yet you didn't even see he left the room?!"

"NO! I DIDN'T, YOU-"

"Um, what is going on?" Kaldur asked, coming in just in time to cut off further escalation.

"HE LOST THE LITTLE-" But despite his efforts, Artemis began to answer with continued rage.

"You can stop there." Everyone spun to see a calm Red Arrow walk in with civvies and shades.

"What- Roy! Hey bro! Where you've been?" waddled Wally, secretly seeking shelter in the taller red.

"Stuff. What did you guys lose?" At this Wally paled considerably.

"THE IDIOT LOST ROBIN!" Artemis screamed.

"Uh… how do lose a thirteen year old?"

"You have not been informed, my friend?" Kaldur looked politely confused.

"No." Roy snapped, eyes narrowing behind the shades. Why'd he wear those when everyone in the room knew his secret ID? Well, it made him feel like he had some privacy. After all, it wasn't his choice to reveal it to his replacement.

"He's a three year old." Connor deadpanned, walking in and sitting at the bar, patiently waiting for Megan who had excitedly volunteered to make breakfast when they found they were sitting last night.

Roy gaped, looking to an uncomfortable Kaldur for confirmation. The dark-skinned Atlantian nodded. "On our last mission."

"You mean other than the one babysitting two ninjas," Artemis snorted.

"Wait- you mean to tell me- Robin was de-aged and I wasn't told, and now you're babysitting him and you LOST him!?" Roy grew steadily more ticked throughout his incredulous demand.

"Um… yah." Wally tried a weak smile.

"You guys are idiots." Roy would've face-palmed if he weren't so proud, but he was, so instead he took charge. "Okay, Superboy, use heat-vision to check the warehouses, when Megan wakes-"

"I'm here, what's going on?" the green girl yawned, running a hand through tangled hair.

"They lost Robin. Anyway, you check the rafters and such, Wally, you take the vents-"

"Why the vents?"

"Do you even know who we're talking about?" Roy rolled his eyes. The look on Wally's face answered him enough. "Anyway, I'll go with you, Artemis, do whatever the heck you do, Aqualad, you're base of controls. Got it?"

"Got it." They answered, minus an annoyed Artemis as Roy gave each a tracker so Aqualad could, well, keep track of them. And why, might you ask, is the reason this was taken as seriously as a death-defying mission? Well… because it was. If they couldn't find the two by the time the Bat got back…

"You forgot, didn't you?" Wally froze midway from cramming himself in the vent after everyone had split up.

"What?" Roy snapped, impatient for him to continue.

"If they find them asleep…"

"Crap." The archer realized his mistake. "We should have connected a mindlink, no matter how much I hate you all in my head."

The next three hours pas in a blur of continually getting lost, reaching dead-ends, and finding nothing. That was the Cave's ridiculous ventilation system for you, especially the fact that most of the tunnels the two had to army crawl in and were still uncomfortably smashed.

Eventually, the two tumbled greedily out of a shaft and right onto an extremely ticked green archer. A string of profanity ran out, and a few minutes later they were once again in the network of systems, this time running from that certain ticked green archer.

Twenty minutes later, Wally decisively announced a snack-stop, making his way to the kitchen. But, of course, they made a wrong turn, landing them heading down a larger, albeit still small, but larger shaft. That's when Wally froze as if they'd found a rattler.

Peering over the freckled boy's shoulder, Roy couldn't help but let out a small swear word, freezing when it echoed unsettlingly on the tin walls of the shaft.

In front of them, Jason lay curled in a ball, a tiny Dick curled within that ball. The rattler analogy was surprisingly fitting. They couldn't move, make a sound, anything. If they did, Bat-Instincts would kick in before the two were even fully awake, and the archer and the speedster would have no chance to walk away unharmed.

Thus, they sat there frozen, not exactly knowing what to do. After about twenty extremely uncomfortable minutes, Roy took a slow crawl back, minding any sound, then another and another. The archer flinched when Wally tried to follow and made small scuttling sounds along the shaft.

They both froze, trying to gauge a reaction from the two Bats-Birds-Rattlers. Nothing. Wally sighed in relief, and Roy face-palmed. He really did this time.

Instantly, the first thing you'd notice were two glowing electric blues that seemed to dance with the stars. Then you'd see two brilliant teals with small touches of occasional navy, glowing dramatically. Then, no one could notice anything, they moved to fast, and within seconds, Jason had twisted Wally into a knot-like structure that had to hurt, a birderang pressing against the back of his neck. Dick had Roy on his knees, pressing his torso to his calves, arms pinned by one tiny hand, the other holding a birderang to his throat.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Wally squeaked, and Roy started trying to wake Dick up enough to know he wasn't the Joker or something.

The birderangs drew a couple drops of crimson, before Roy could manage to get Dick out of his haze by screaming, "Baby Bird!" only few called the ebony that, and he looked confused for a second, the pressure lifting slightly from the archer's throat.

Then Dick blinked, one huge disappearance of glowing electric and the return. "Woy?"

"Yeah, it's me, Baby Bird, now get the 'rang away from me!"

Dick hesitantly removed it, still ready to pounce like a cat. Roy brought out one of the flashlights they'd had and flicked it on. Dick screamed in surprise and covered his eyes, batting blindly at the light.

"Dick, look at me, it's Roy," a second later the bird squinted, eyes tearing a little at the sudden light in the dark vent. He studied for a moment before crawling up to him like a two-year-old, and curled up in his lap, yawning like a kitten.

Roy smirked. He was still quite surprised at Dicky being so tiny, but he was, admittedly, adorable. And tiny, really tiny, but I already said that.

"PLEASEDON'THURTME!I'MTOOYOUNGTODIE!PLEASE!JASON!ROY-HEEEELLLPPP!" Wally was babbling and screaming in fast motion, making Jason put a slit in his neck in an effort to shut the speedster up.

Wally screamed, it wasn't deep, but that birderang was cold! Roy, deciding to intervene, shook Dick, who was already almost asleep again. "Dick! Stop Jason!"

"Why?" the three year old mumbled groggily.

"He's hurting Wally!"

"Why?"

"JUSTGETIMOFFME!GETIMOOOOOOFFFFFFF!"

Dick crawled out of Roy's lap and up to Jason, where he took the birderang out of his hand and dragged his teal-eyed brother over to Roy, where the younger curled up in his lap again.

Jason glared at Roy for a minute, then recognition dawned and he cracked a slightly sleepy smile. "Hey, Roy!"

"Hey there." Roy quirked a relieved eyebrow as Wally grudgingly lied himself in the corpse-pose to relieve his recently unnaturally bent self.

"We've been looking for you guys for hours!" Wally groaned, but the two just smirked and crawled away, chit-chatting about breakfast like the birds they were. Wally and Roy just shrugged, they probably had the whole layout memorized, heck, Dick may have helped plan it.

Soon, they tumbled into the kitchen (well, Roy and Wally did, Dick ad Jason landed as gracefully as gazelles). Roy went to notify the frantic team, and Wally got started on the fridge.

So... hope you liked, PLEASE review, and if anyone wants to, like chit or chat, I would love to, or anything... and so yep! Suggestions welcome! Like seriously, they are! Hehe! Bye, people that I care for dearly!

~Universe

PS: my poll is closed, we are going with no Bruce/Selina! Sorry for those who wanted it, you should have voted (unless you did) and I'm putting up a new one, I want to get my Christmas story done early (I'm going to be posting one chapter a day as a count-down for Christmas, you got that right, TWELVE chapters!) and it is up to you to decide what it is, so check it out please, thanks, and BYE! (: