Yes, the League hasn't been around lately, but they aren't forgotten! Working on two shorts with Clark being with the kids. Gonna be a bit though. Not really being motivated on my own lately, though the ideas are great. I is pathetic that way. =P You should just see the pile of stories I have to get back to, on my own and here. XP Anywho, the title should explain what's going to happen next. Enjoy! ^^V

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

Kidnapping Bets

"Flash."

"No, I'm betting Superman."

"Could be Martian Manhunter."

"No, I'm saying Flash."

"Will you kids just SHUT UP!" The gunman glared death upon them all. Ever since one of them woke up from their chemically induced nap, they'd been talking. First Jason, then Dick, and now Timmy. Cass was still asleep, or pretended to be. She didn't really care much for these situations.

"No."

The joint declaration ticked their captors off a good deal. Dick was the one who elaborated, looking around bored. "After the first dozen times you get kidnapped, the paralyzing fear of it kinda wears off."

"Not to mention you used nylon rope." Jason twisted in his bindings, annoyed among all else. "At least it isn't that hemp rope again. That's a real pain."

"Is that the itchy poking one?" Timmy asked in mild curiosity. "Or the sticky oily one?"

"The itchy poking one that smells like sawdust and mold."

"Oh." Just like Dick the kid was looking around bored. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Now?" Dick interjected, looking over his shoulder at the youngest there. Timmy nodded emphatically. "Ah cripes. Yo! John-bob! Mind taking Timmy over to the potty? ASAP?"

"Hold it," the jerkwad of a kidnapper ordered darkly.

"Oh trust me, he can't." Jason gave a half scared smirk. "Last time he was taken, he crapped all over his captors. They were begging for him to go home."

"I don't wanna clean that up," Dick started, a bit fearful. "And I don't think you wanna smell it for the next hour or so either."

"I say you have five minutes before he makes a mess of things here," Jason added. "Tick tock doc."

Another thug came over, wide eyed and obviously fearful of what could happen. He got glares from his three other accomplices but he ignored them. Clearly he had more experience with kids. "Okay, let's get you over there."

"Steve!"

"You are fully potty-trained though right?" Steve started, helping Timmy out of his bindings to lead him to the bathroom. The kid nodded. "Good, 'cause I don't wanna wipe any butts."

Quickly the kid was led out of the main room and down a nearby hallway to wherever the bathroom was. They were in some kind of foreclosed home as far as the kids could tell, which was quite nice for a change. Warehouses and basements were becoming cliché. The older three were tied to individual chairs all arranged in a circle with their back facing each other. Their hands were all tied behind them securely. None of the men who held them prisoner could see what their hands were doing, which would forever be their big mistake.

"Well," Jason stared, leaning his head back towards Dick, "I'm glad at least someone here has brains enough to take care of kids. Would have been a pain to deal with that again."

"No kidding." Dick looked over to the doorway Timmy had gone through. Only he could see it. "Think he'll be okay?"

"Timmy? Of course." The traditional troublemaker was so confident it was unnerving the men around them. "He's been taken so many times it's practically routine. Hey, can I get a drink or something? I'm parched."

"What?" the angry gunman started, glaring daggers at them all.

"You heard me, I'm thirsty."

"And I'm kinda hungry," Dick added. "Think we could have some ice cream? Two birds, one stone. Right Jaybird?"

"Whatever Dickybird." They smirked at their silly nicknames then looked back to their captors. "So, ice cream? Chocolate's a fan favorite."

"Vanilla's nice too if you don't have that."

"Loser pays?" the younger joked.

His older brother rolled his eyes. "Naturally. Strawberry sounds good too."

"And make sure it's the unhealthy kind," Jason continued, grinning. "We're always stuck with the too healthy kind at home." A gun barrel rested against his forehead a moment later. "Whoa."

"You better shut up or you're losin' that head of yours." A death glare met the boy's eyes as he made his threat. It didn't phase the kid though. He'd seen worse.

"Then you'd lose one of your meal tickets and get the death penalty instead of ten to twenty. Dad's not exactly nice to those who hurt us." The kid's hardened glare would have startled most people. Those were not the eyes of a ten year old.

"Mac," one of the others warned him. Mac kept his glare on the kid for a good minute before taking the barrel away. A second later he backhanded the kid. Dick jerked his head around angrily at the sound, ready to strike if he weren't bound.

"Ow."

"Just keep your gob shut," the anger management thug started, ready to shoot at a moment's notice. "Good old 'Daddy Wayne' will be payin' up soon and you'll all be home free."

"Hfm. Tell me another one," Jason murmured.

"Jay—"

"All done!" Timmy exclaimed as he came bounding back into the room. Steve was right behind him, ropes ready to tie him up again. "What'd I miss?"

"Oh nothing," Jay started, pretending everything was normal.

"Just Jason nearly getting his head blown off." Dick's sour comment earned him a glare and red tongue poking out at him from the trouble maker and wide eyed look from Timmy.

"Jason! Rule 5!"

The guy rolled his eyes as Steve put Timmy back into his chair and was tied up once again. "I still think it's a dumb rule."

"It's quite effective when you follow it," their big brother informed them.

"Pft. I don't get kidnapped near as often as you two do."

"You make it sound like I make a habit of this." Dick leaned back in his chair, nearly knocking heads with Jaybird.

"Don't you?"

"I don't try," he objected again. "The oldest and youngest just happen to be the bigger targets. We stick out."

"Cass is the only girl," Jay retorted. "She doesn't get taken near as often as we do."

"I… don't think she hasn't been targeted. I think it's because she breaks the arms of all her would-be kidnappers before they can drug her."

"Lucky duck. Wish I were—"

"SHUT UP!" Mac and another were beyond mad at the kids. They wouldn't be quiet. They just had to argue or bring up things they didn't want to hear. They had a devil of a time trying to catch the four of them to begin with, and now they were telling them how one of them hadn't been taken often because of her ability to break arms. Couldn't they just be crying scared little captives who only wanted to go home? Like any ordinary kids?

Not likely.

"I think they forgot the duct tape."

"Mmhmm."

"That's it!" Mac charged at the kids huddled together, ready to take out at least one of them, possibly two. Anything to end the noise.

That was when the roof caved in, and the wall, and a door. Within seconds Superman was between the gunman and the kids. Flash was zooming around the room getting rid of the fire arms. Martian Manhunter phased through the floor, blocking the exit. And Wonder Woman was glaring daggers through her hole in the wall.

"Ah crap."

As the dust settled, all four kids turned around in their chair to watch, their binds already long past undone while they were waiting for their rescuers. Each of them turned off their alarms on their watches and exchanged glances.

"So… who won?"

"Four way tie?" Cass murmured lowly. They all shared a look and shrugged helplessly. Four way tie.

"I still want ice cream," Dick muttered as the last of the crooks were bound up by the rest of the nylon rope used on them.

"We can still get some," Timmy offered.

Flash smirked as he settled in front of them. "You were just held against your wills at gunpoint, and you're talking ice cream. Can't you kids ever take this seriously?"

They all looked at each other then to him and the other Leaguers there. "No"

A/N: XD yeah, you'd think after the first five or six times they've been kidnapped they'd lose the shocked state other kids would be in. I like the idea of Cass being the quiet dangerous one in the group while the boys chat it up. She was faking being asleep and undoing bonds the whole time BTW. Oh, does anyone know Cass' B-Day? I can't find it on wiki or comic vine. =/ *sigh* Oh well. Dami's would be great to get too.

I have another story all lined up where Dick alone gets kidnapped, but that's way in the future and may end up in the Nightwing section too. Who knows. Having all of them not impressed by kidnappers who aren't psychotic I think is going to be another running gag. Same with them asking for unhealthy foods. XD hope you've enjoyed!