Wally didn't like clowns when he was little. He was four when he was terrified of them. It was also when he was four that Batman saw a difficulty in being friends with the Arrows.

He was hosting a party and it so happened that Oliver Queen of all people had shown up. He had invited a few heroes to his little get-togethers as Bruce so they could cover for his nighttime job when Alfred couldn't. At this party were Clark, Oliver and surprisingly enough Barry Allen and his nephew Wally. He was a bit wary having a young child at one of his "parties" but there was nothing Barry could do but bring him.

So Wally was standing very close to his uncle suspicious of the people in the room. He didn't know any of them anyway. Not really. Because he still had not met who his Godfather really was.

Barry was smiling and holding his hand. He was talking to him about something. Though he couldn't tell what. Silently he made his way closer to Barry and Wally.

"Describe the victim," he heard Barry say.

"He has Black hair. And he has blue eyes. He has pale skin, like he doesn't go outside a lot. He's taller than you Uncle Barry. Shorter than Uncle Clark," he said in an innocent voice. Bruce frowned at hearing Uncle Clark, "He's frowning," he said staring at Bruce, "He's standing alone. He doesn't seem too happy. If I had to guess, I think he lives here in Gotham."

"Really. Okay. Time to find the victim," Barry said enthusiastically. He turned around to see Bruce, "Is he the victim?"

"Uh huh," Wally said.

"Well Wally you win. This is Mister Wayne. He owns this house."

Wally stared at him for a second.

"Kind of big house. Don't you live alone? Don't you get lonely?" he asked. Barry gave a sheepish smile.

"That's not very nice kiddo."

"But if I lived here alone I know I'd be lonely."

Bruce smiled. He was such an innocent kid. But he seemed to understand how he sometimes felt.

"That's why he throws parties," Barry said with a smile. Wally looked up at his uncle with endearing eyes.

"Well, parties are good for playing the detective game," he said almost indifferently. Bruce raised his brow.

"The detective game?" he asked.

"It's a game you play with two people. One is Sher-lock and the other," he said yawning, "Is Wa'son. Sher-lock finds a person and tells Wa'son about them and Wa'son's got to see if it's true or not."

"Sounds like someone's tired," said Barry picking Wally up. Wally rested his head in the crook of Barry's neck, "Got a room he can rest in?"

"Yes. Upstairs. Third on the left."

Barry smiled and took Wally to the room to sleep until the party was over. Oliver followed Barry. He had started to talk to him about something. Those two were the most unpredictable members of the league. And hearing that Oliver was looking into adopting a redhead archer was making all the more hectic.

"Aw. This is Wally?" asked Oliver.

"Yeah. He's tired though. Bruce is letting him sleep in a guest room."

"Third on the left?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Good ol' Bruce."

They walked into the guest room and placed Wally on the queen-sized bed. Barry smiled at his nephew before his phone went off. He looked at it quickly.

"Job. I'll be back in a Flash!" he said zipping out. Oliver groaned. Crazy Flash. He was going to leave the room when the sound of glass breaking made him jump into action. A maniacal laughter filled the air.

"God damn Gotham!" he said angrily. He ran over to the bed and grabbed Wally. He yawned in his ear.

"Huh? Mr. Queen?" he said groggily. The laughter filled the room again.

"Little party? Without me? We can't have that now can we?"

DAMN GOTHAM! He thought to himself as he ran out of the room with Wally in his arms. He could feel the small boy squirm in his arms.

"Huh? Woah! Clown!" he screeched seeing the green haired menace behind him. He went silent in fear.

"Aw. A little kid want to play a game?" he said running up to them, "How about tag?"

He pulled out a knife and moved faster. Oliver ran into another room with Wally in his arms. He could become Green Arrow. But that would possibly mean giving up his secret identity. He looked at the kid quickly. He was whimpering in the corner hidden under a sheet. He blinked. He ran into another bedroom. It gave him an idea.

"Kid. Go hide in the closet. I'll protect you!" he said keeping the door shut and keeping the clown out. He rammed the door making it move a little. Wally shakily made his way to the closet and shut the door. Oliver slipped off his shirt revealing the archer's famed top. He slipped his hood over his head and put on a mask. He pulled out his bow and a few collapsible arrows he kept on his person. He jumped back from the door as the clown burst him.

"Here's JOKER!" he yelled like an announcer. He saw an arrow fly at him, "Aw no bat? Just a little Robin Hood."

Queen frowned. He shot more arrows at the insane clown hoping that Bruce would notice and give him some back up.

"Sad excuse for a hero really. But since old Batsy's not here I guess I'll make do," he said sadistically holding the knife he had chased him and Wally with just a second ago. He pulled back another arrow to keep the clown distracted. He didn't even really check to see what he was sending his way. Not until a gas came from said arrow. A knock out arrow. What luck! He smiled as the clown fell to the ground laughing in his sleep.

"Wow," he heard a voice say. His head snapped to the closet where a small red head boy was sticking his head out of. He walked out slowly and made his way to Green Arrow. Green Arrow stared at the boy.

"Thank you for saving me and Mr. Ollie," he said in awe. Green Arrow smiled.

"All part of the job," he said escorting him out of the room. He had to tie up Joker and if he woke up he did not want Barry's nephew anywhere near that maniac.

"But still thanks. This is Batman's city and you saved me," he said smiling, "You're my second favorite hero now. For being here when I needed you."

He surprised Green Arrow when he gave him a hug. He knew Flash was touchy feely but maybe it was a family thing.

"Second favorite?" he asked.

"Right after Flash and just before Batman," he said looking at him with adoring eyes. Green Arrow smiled. He liked Wally. He was a smart kid. Saying he was better than Batman. Wally got an autograph from Green Arrow and went down stairs with the boring adults to wait for his uncle. He didn't blame Wally. He wouldn't want to sleep in the room where he was attacked by a deranged homicidal clown.

When Wally had gone downstairs he ran up to Bruce Wayne. He was talking to a woman. One who seemed very interested in his money.

"Mr. Wayne," he said tugging on his sleeve. Bruce looked down at Wally the woman forced her smile to stay.

"Yes?" he asked.

"You might want to call the cops. There's a crazy clown upstairs. But don't worry! Mr. Arrow took care of it," he said with a smile. Bruce frowned and went upstairs. He saw Green Arrow tying up Joker.

"And I wasn't informed?" he questioned.

"No time. He tried to kill Wally," he said. Bruce sighed.

"Alright. I forgive. This time," he said.

"So you'll forgive me over the fact that I took your spot as number two on his favorite hero spots?" he asked. Bruce felt the urge to deck him.

"You have one minute to run before I come after you Queen."

Oliver's eyes widened and he jumped out the window. He had learned not to take what a bat says lightly. A long time ago.

The game came from another story I have read. It's called Love me, Love us. It's written by Insanitywithaprettyface. Out of curiosity I have read it and I love the game that Tim plays with Dick in Chapter seven. Please Review.

Oh! And the 200th review will be able to pick a chapter topic for me to write. I will do it!