Grumbling slightly still, Batwoman cuddled Tiny like a baby as they walked around the massive field.

Tiny seemed to soothe her, whimpering cutely and licking her nose.

"Don't mind Queen, sweetie. I don't think you're moody." Batman assured, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"You're just saying that because I dislocated his arm…"

"…A little."

"That was still cool, mom!" Jason stated, grinning.

"Yeah…I AM pretty cool…"

They didn't notice they were passing by the elderly superheroes until…

"Slow down, you whipper snappers!"

"Still crying for mommy and daddy, Brucie?"

"Remember to brush your prayers and say your teeth every night!"

"Yes, Mr. Scott…No, Mr. Grant! You son of…Yes, Mr. Garrick…"

Bruce had never really liked them, and Batwoman couldn't blame him.

They did a LOT of things to him as a toddler…

"Well, if it isn't little Julie! Still a ball-buster, huh?"

"You bet, Mr. Grant."

"Got yourself a new rugrat? Let's have a gander…"

"Fine." Batman agreed, grumbling.

"Hope he's not a big crybaby like you were, Brucie!" Wildcat stated as Alfred held out a smiling Terry.

Batwoman knew that look in her husband's eyes…

"Bruce-."

In the blink of an eye, Batman had shoved Jason into Wildcat's grasp instead of Terry.

"Gotcha, you little rascal!"

"Here comes the funny clown!"

"Coochie coochie coo!"

"HEY!"

"GO! GO! GO!" Batman urged, herding the rest of them away.

"BRUCE!" Batwoman retorted, being dragged by her wrist.

"What the HELL, Bruce?!"

"What about Jason?" Dick agreed.

"He'll be fine."

"Fine?! You threw him to the wolves!!"

"I thought you liked them!" Batman countered.

"They're easier on girls. And once you kick them in the balls, they stop messing with you."

"…Lucky…"

Grinning, Batwoman put Tiny down and reached into a pocket of her belt.

"See the ball, boy? See it?"

Jumping up and down, the pup barked excitedly in reply.

Tiny really had grown, and was already nearing her knees at the shoulder.

"Go get it!"

Throwing the tennis ball, she shielded her eyes from the dust he kicked up as he chased it.

"Come on. Let's get our food before he comes back and tries to eat our burgers."

"Hey, wait up!" Jason called, running up.

"How did you get away from the old guys?" Dick wondered.

"I threw a stink pellet, and when they were blaming each other I got away."

"Good boy, Jason." Batman praised.

…

Face-palm.

Rolling her eyes, Batwoman accepted a plate from Alfred and followed Batman and Jason to the grill.

"When are we going to eat, Clark?"

"In a second, Bruce."

"There isn't any charcoal in that thing! It's not a gas grill…How do you expect-?"

Batwoman and Jason watched, wide-eyed, as Superman used his heat vision on the hamburgers…

"…COOL!"

"That's DISGUSTING!" Batman claimed.

"You have no sense of adventure." Batwoman retorted.

"Grab a burger and lighten up."

"I will not-!"

Stuffing a burger in her husband's mouth to shut him up, Batwoman smiled as she grabbed one for herself.

Ignoring his glare, she went to take a seat with Tim and Dick, Jason trailing behind because he wanted more burgers.

When Batman joined them, he sat down and realized something.

"Forgot a drink…Tim, go get a soda for me, please?"

"Okay!"

"AW…You learned to say please!"

"…Shut up…"

Giggling, Batwoman stood up to help little Tim reach the table holding the sodas.

"Up you go."

Lifting him up, she watched him grab a Pepsi and a Diet Coca Cola.

"Who's the Diet for, honey?"

"You said you were going on a diet."

"…No, that was daddy…"

"Oh…"

"…"

"…I'll just grab a Coke."

"Good boy."

Putting him down, Batwoman accepted the red soda can and started walking back.

"Never tell a woman she needs to go on a diet, honey. Remember that."

"I will, mommy."

Stopping, she blinked in surprise to see a panicking Batman shoving Jason's soda into Dick's lap…

"…Do I want to know why you're putting a cold drink in his lap, or should I just walk away?"

Batman whispered the problem into her ear, and Batwoman stayed silent a moment before rolling her eyes.

"You're overreacting. It's not that strange for a boy his age to start becoming interested in girls."

"He's too young for this!"

"Dad, I'm twelve!"

"Twelve? I thought you were eight. You're too short to be twelve."

"You walked in on his twelfth birthday party, Bruce!" Batwoman chided, smacking him upside the head.

"I'm nine, in case you're wondering." Jason added.

"He's twenty-five, dad." Dick pointed out, gesturing towards Terry as he was bottle-fed.

"…I hate leaving the cave…"

"We hate it too, sweetie. We hate it too."

"Come on, Connor." Tim urged, dragging Superman's son towards them.

"No! No! I'm scared of the 'Bunny-Man'!"

"He's not the 'Bunny-Man'. He's Batman." The youngest Robin replied.

"Batman? …Batman isn't scary!"

"No he's not! He's a nice man!"

"Ha! Batman!"

…

Batman grabbed Connor by the shirt, and Batwoman blinked in mild confusion.

"I'm the 'Bunny-Man'!"

As Connor flew away in a terror, Batwoman sighed, dropping her face into a hand and sighing.

"There's nothing more fun than tormenting a Kryptonian. You boys remember that."

"And they make a great burger, too!" Jason agreed.

"I don't have any friends…" Tim whined.

"Tim, you have us." Batman assured.

…

"WAH!"

SMACK!!!

"Don't make the boys cry, Bruce."

Grumbling for a while, Batman finally turned to her as she finished her food.

"Are you going to participate this year?"

"Nope."

"But-!"

"Every time I participate, you always grab my ass and shove it in Queen's face that you married me."

"So?"

"…I'm not getting involved." Batwoman stated firmly.

"Because if I get involved, you and Queen won't have any manhood to speak of within the hour."

…

Batman decided it would be better for Batwoman to do her own thing.