So yeah, been having computer problems for a while so I bought a new one. I really need to start making more money. Wish I had the guts to submit things to publishers, and the motivation to finish something. *sigh* whatever. This is based off of a head cannon I read others doing. Saw a comic of it too. Thought it was so good, I had to try it. =D

Dick-13 Jason-10 Cass-8 Tim-6

Visiting Luthor!

Bruce was bored. And annoyed. Here he was, stuck in Metropolis with Lex Luthor trying to convince him to join him in yet another venture. He already saw the man's plans and goals. He wanted to use Wayne Tech resources to help take down the man of steel, all under the guise of national defense.

Then he insisted in a tour around his tower to show all the good he's done for the people of Metropolis. Half the thing was made of glass, and the rest made of lead. He could see what the employees were doing within, but Superman could never see what was going on from the outside.

Frankly, Bruce wasn't impressed. The place was too bright for his liking. He preferred the closed quarters offices of Gotham over this place. Easier on the eyes and far less distracting. He spotted at least a dozen workers looking at porn and another ten or so playing games on their computers.

"And this is our computer programming department," Luthor stated proudly. "Several of these young men and women have come up with multiple ways to—"

"AND GO!"

Instantly both heads whipped around to see where the sound was coming from. Through several panes of glass, they could see three boys in rolling office chairs being propelled down the long walkway by fire extinguishers. It looked like they were racing. Cassandra was running after them with a camera in hand, grinning.

"WHEEE!" "GANG WAY!" "HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Pbt!" Bruce quickly slapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from laughing himself silly. Oh, they would wouldn't they.

"Aren't those your children?" Luthor started, a vein straining in his head.

"Indeed they are."

"I thought you left them in child care on the ground floor." The bald man's eyes narrowed dangerously towards the billionaire.

"I did." He tried not to laugh, but hiding his smile was impossible now. "Apparently they escaped. If you'll excuse me."

Quickly the CEO near sprinted to where he anticipated the kids ended up. Once he was out of the corporate shark's hearing, he allowed himself a snicker. As soon as he was out of sight, he full on laughed. As much as he should be angry at those three for acting up, he couldn't be. Their imaginative ways of entertaining themselves never ceased to amaze him. And this one… oh they should have seen the look on Luthor's face.

He managed to regain some control over himself when he finally made it to where the kids were. Dick was helping Timmy off the ground out off his toppled chair while Jason just kept laughing loudly at how well everything pulled off. All four were grinning as Cass continued to take pictures of all of them. The extinguishers were still going off to one side.

Bruce raised an eyebrow as he stood before them, trying to look fierce (and failing). "Okay, whose bright idea was this one?"

Still snickering, Jason and Cass pointed to Dick. The teenager looked up to him a little guiltily before grinning and waving. "Hi Bruce."

He shook his head, despite his clear amusement. "Really Dick, rule 7. You nearly gave Luthor an aneurism."

"YES!" Jason gave Dick a high-five, still grinning from ear to ear while Timmy and Cass just giggled impishly.

"Noooo… not good," he tried to chide them. "You can't just kill him off like that."

"Aneurism's kill?" Timmy asked innocently.

"They can," their father explained, reaching out a hand to help Jason to his feet. "They're similar to strokes."

"Strokes?"

"Heart attacks in the brain."

"Oooohhhh…" The first grader thought it over as he started understanding what had happened. The others were still laughing.

"Like I said," Bruce repeated, "not good. And look at the mess you've made."

The elder two shrugged, still grinning. "The place needed more character."

"Besides, we picked the longest hallway. Those things really pack a punch."

"I bet." The said extinguishers finally ran out of pressure at their feet. "Now are you done playing CO2 cars? I have a tour to finish."

"Then we get dinner and go home right?" Dick begged.

"Right." With Alfred gone on vacation, they didn't really have much choice.

"Can we see Uncle Clark?" The kids were grinning from ear to ear. It'd be nice to see their surrogate uncle again.

"Maybe." A smirk still laid on the man's face. He inclined his head to the mess the boys had made. "Until then, help clean up this mess. Then say sorry to whoever you took those chairs from. Dick, you're in charge. If it isn't taken care of before my meeting's over, you're cleaning the cars again."

"Got it Bruce." The teen gave a quick salute before the man turned around and started heading back. He was another fifteen feet away before he grinned broadly again. Twenty before he started snickering. Man did he love these kids.

A/N: yeah, this is what happens when I indulge in head cannons and have fun. I haven't a clue where it came from. Yay to giving out aneurysms! It'd be hilarious if he really did die that way. I think it's the kids' goal in life to torture luthor really. =P Haven't forgotten about the follow up story that I talked about doing, just haven't done it yet. Been working on setting up my new laptop all day. Like I said before, not all of these will be in order. Hence the timeline thing for a reference.

See which rule they broke this time? *evil laugh*