AN: Refer to Chapter 1 for disclaimer. Oh gods. I'm just too evil to poor poor Jason. 3

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'Cause we're kids just being kids,

Running wild and running free,

Kids just being kids,

...

Close your eyes and count to three.

There's no where safe for you and me!

-Kids just being Kids from Fairly Odd Parents

That turns into a very long day. Jason groans turning over in his bed, pulling the pillow over his head so he could ignore the incessant poking at his side.

"But-"

"I am sleeping. Go Away!"

"But the baby..."

He was not going to win this. Actually, he knew he wasn't because of last night. Everything that could go wrong, nearly did.

Harper and Robin had been particularly prickly all night long and he still can't believe he fell for that damn trick after dodging all the flour bombs they were throwing.

What. The. Hell?

Still, the current 'Robin' looks over and is relieve to see the only good child of the bunch standing there. "What is it?"

Apollo only looks up at him, "Kara's gone out to get food, but Ame's crying."

Damn it.

"Alright, kid." Why did Kara have to leave? After all, they listen to her. Not that he was jealous of that or anything. Of course not. He was perfectly capable of handling these kids.

In fact, he doesn't need her. Really.

So, Jason Todd- the babysitter expert- walks into the room where they were keeping the youngest of the group and nearly runs the other way. The wall of stink was enough to be a bomb on it's own!

When was the last time she was changed? Grumbling, he texts that question to Kara before going to brave the smell.

The response he got was less than thrilling. 'I just changed her before I left twenty minutes ago.'

Shit. Well, he is smelling that now.

Ok, this is like a mission. He just has to be careful while opening this...thing...diaper. Mask, check. Gloves? Double check. Wish and a prayer? Maybe.

Just as he finally got the foul smelling thing off, he felt another tug on his pants leg. Glancing over he sees the smiling face of Charlie.

Charlie who was currently without any pants on.

Great.

"Charlie, where's your pants?" Jason hastily tries to clean and put a diaper on the very wiggly Amelia, who doesn't seem to want her diaper on.

When he finally gets the diaper on he smells something that almost made him wish it was another diaper-change. Scooping up the bottomless toddler- well, he knows it's a girl at least- and the now four month old baby in his arms, he races through the halls and into the den where Mattie is sitting and watching cartoons.

"Watch them for a minute." He sets the little ones down before racing off to the kitchen where a billow of smoke was starting to float out and the high pitch voices of children reaches his ears.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The sight that greets Jason is one of guilty looking children covered from head to toe in what looks to be flour and batter. On the stove, a fire dances merrily in the black skillet being the source of the smoke. He swears softly to himself but grabs some oven-mitts and flour, dousing the fire with the flour to suffocate it before moving it over to the sink. He turns the stove off and finally looks at the retreating backs of four very guilty children.

"What did you think you were doing?"

Tim, usually the good one, froze for a moment before turning around. He looks up at his big brother, half ashamed of what he let himself get dragged into.

Unfortunately for him, Harper speaks up.

"We were trying to get something to eat. Duh." Harper folds his arms, he was not going to back down. Really. Even if this guy-his uncle or something?- was really glaring at him with that scary look on his face that made the eight-year old want to run and hide.

"You are not allowed to touch the stove!" Jason points at them, "That goes for all of you! Why didn't you just wake one of us up or something? You could've gotten everyone killed!" Oh gods, he sounds like Bruce of all people.. Or Clark. Jason shudders inwardly. Anyone but Clark.

"Well..." Lian pips up this time, "We tried, but you told us to go away."

"Six times." Bart adds. "I'm hungry. Can we eat now?"

Jason silently counts to ten. Five times. Still he frowns, "Where's Robin?"

"With Kara." Lian supplies and glances in the living room, "Hey, where's Charlie's pants?"

"Bath time." Genius. Yes, this idea was utterly genius. "All of you. I'll clean this mess up."

"But we can't take a bath with her!" Bart makes a face, "She's a girl!"

Lian sticks her tongue out, "What? Afraid of cooties?"

Bart's red but he looks away huffing, "N-No! Besides...Tim is!"

"Huh?" Tim blinks, baffled at this, looking over at his friend. "I..am?"

"Yeah!" Bart grabs the boy's wrist, "Come on, Harper! We can show you how it works!"

"Right there!" Harper follows them.

Lian pouts, folding her arms, "Girls can do cool things too."

Jason has the sudden feeling that something bad will happen if he doesn't remedy this.

"Hey, Lian, why don't you supervise Mattie? She needs a bath and I have to finish with the babies too." Jason hopes she goes with this. After all, Lian's about nine, so she should know how these things work.

She blinks a few times before nodding, " 'Kay. Mattie!"

Jason sighs.. crisis adverted for now. He glances at the dirty kitchen before moving to clean it up.

He is so never having kids. Ever.