"Scarlet?" Roy called, looking around the watch tower, confused.
Scarlet had walked through the open door to the vault in the watch tower, and was staring at all the piles of different currency. Roy noticed the open door to the vault and sighed- of course, the excited six year old would go through an open door .
"Hey Scarlet." Roy said calmly, entering behind her.
Scarlet smiled. "Look at all the money, Roy! This is the kind of money Tati had while we were in France..."
"Scarlet? You in here?" Wally asked, and Dick and he entered behind him...
"Dick! Look, there's the money from Russia Tati used..." Scarlet said. Dick nodded and grinned, picking up some money with an odd design on it. "Yeah. This one's from China, you were just born, you probably don't remember it..."
"No, but I remember Greenland..." Scarlet said, grinning as she set some foreign money back in its place. The League could have to go to any country, they always kept a a stockpile of various currency in the watchtower.
"The ice and snow. What about Scotland?" Dick asked, curious to how much she'd remember...
"So much green rolling hills..."
"Russia?" Dick asked, curious.
"It was so cold..." Scarlet said, and Dick smiled slightly, remembering...
Scarlet was in the train car, along with the rest of the Graysons. Instead of separate bunks, they had a large, queen size bed that folded down from the wall, but it wasn't bedtime, so the Graysons instead sat on the bench of the one side of there compartment... The normally warm train was cold, freezing cold, the cold seemed to seep into the car, icy fingers clawing at them...
Scarlet looked the worst, though, slightly pale and shivering fiercely, since she was the smallest. "Cold, birdie?" John asked, smiling gently as he wrapped her in a wool blanket and pulled her into his lap. "It's clear Scarlets aren't a snowbird..."
"Am too..." Scarlet, said pouting. She wanted to prove to her father she was tough enough to be a Grayson and travel the world...
"John, don't tease her..." Mary said, though she was smiling. Dick watched the exchange from where his mother had him wrapped in her shawl with him... He was comfortable, feeling at just the right temperature and near his mother, who was warm and smelled perpetually like lavender...
"Oh, she knows I'm just kidding..." John said, planting a kiss on her forehead. Scarlet, to her credit, had stopped shaking like a leaf and now nuzzled into John Grayson's warm, strong chest... Dick smiled from where he sat with his mother. He remembered the times when he'd slept like that, feeling warm and safe against his father, but Scarlet seemed to have taken a liking to his father's lap to sleep on, so he instead nuzzled against his mother. He was deliciously warm, now, from his head to his toes, and he smiled, nuzzling happily against his mother...
Dick's memory was interrupted by the slam of a door. Flash had walked by and noticed someone left the door to the vault open and promptly closed it...
"Oh crap." Roy said.
"Let us out! Let us out! I'm claustrophobic!" Wally yelled, banging on the door.
"Wally, we're in a room, not a flat rate shipping box." Dick said, and no one came to the door.
"I Don't care! We're trapped! We can't get out! WE CAN'T GET OUT!" Wally said, and Scarlet fell to the floor laughing.
"What's funny? We're stuck in a vault!" Roy said, less calm than he'd wanted to appear.
"Wally's- Wally's afraid- of Santa Clause..." Scarlet said.
Roy sighed, "I'm not even going to TRY to correct that incredibly overused misconception..." Roy said, sighing.
"I'll call Batman. He can get us out." Dick said, grinning.
Batman was, like always, in a meeting when his comm beeped. He sighed, answering. "Dick, what is it?" he asked. This had better be good...
"We're locked in the vault." Dick said calmly.
"We?"
"Wally, Roy, Scarlet- the whole shebang. Wally's having a panic attack, he's afraid of Santa Claus, apparently, and Roy's getting grumpy... Mind getting us out?"
Batman stared for a minute, trying to make sense of what his son had just said. "Fine. I'll be over in a minute." Batman said firmly. He was surprised to see the rest of the leaguers follow him, including an anxious Flash and Green Arrow...
"I didn't mean to shut them in, I just saw the door was open. They must've been inside..." Flash said, loosing several shades of color.
"The walls are closing in! We're going to die!" Wally yelled.
"Oh crap. Wally! Wally, listen to me! You'll be fine!" Flash yelled through the vault door, trying to calm his nephew...
"Wally! Santa isn't here, it's okay!" Scarlet yelled, and Wally stopped screaming for a moment and stared. "Santa?"
"Yeah, Santa. He's not here." Roy said, glad Wally had finally stopped his ear piecing scream.
"Bummer. Did I have a panic attack?" Wally asked.
"Yes." Everyone said, and Wally sighed. "Oh. That happens sometimes..."
"I need you to listen to me, kids." Superman said. "This vault is on a time lock. It can only be opened after twelve hours have elapsed since the last time it was opened... Kids? You alright?" Superman hadn't meant to frighten them, and he silence stretched for an entire minute...
"Who's dumb idea was that?" Scarlet asked finally, breaking the silence.
"Mine." Batman growled, not at all pleased that the kids would be stuck in the vault for the next twelve hours.
"Gee, thanks Dad." Dick said sarcastically.
"I told you not t wander into strange places." Batman said.
"Look, I saw pretty colors and wanted to get a closer look!" Scarlet said.
"Wait wait wait, you mean we're stuck in here for TWELVE WHOLE HOURS?" Roy asked.
The silence on the other end was all the answer he needed, and he gulped.
"And Scarlet's never sat still for more than one at most, unless she's asleep or unconscious..." Roy muttered...
"Wooo! Party!" Scarlet said, grinning and jumping onto a pile of money. "We can take a money bath!"
"No! All the currency is organized..." Superman said, but he stopped ehen he heard a crash as a stack of money fell over and bills fluttering.
"It's raining money!" Wally said, grinning.
"Money angels!" Dick said, jumping in. Roy sighed. It was going to be a long twelve hours.