Many people kinda suggested this one. Kinda. I just thought that if they were left alone with Clark for any amount of time, they'd do something like this.

Dick-14 Jason-11 Cass -9 Tim-7

Super Sitter

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" Bruce gave him a concerned yet bewildered look, really uncertain about something for once in his life.

"I'm positive!" Clark lifted both Dick and Jason off the ground at the same time, much to their delight. "Go to that daddy-daughter dance already. Lois said she always enjoyed it growing up."

"But…" Their wary father eyed his boys and wondered if this was really a good idea. Alfred had a family emergency across the Atlantic and this dance was scheduled weeks ago. He didn't really have many opportunities for one-on-one time with his daughter, and most of the time it was never to do something normal. Father-son campouts were more likely to occur than a daddy-daughter day. Besides, he told Captain Gordon and his daughter they'd join them there.

But that meant leaving three rambunctious boys with the man of steel, his back up sitter. Dick had taken to calling him Uncle Clark and had begged he'd be the backup plan should Alfred be called out for some reason. The guy was even included in Bruce's will now should he and Alfred die before the kids were fully grown. How the alien was made an honorary member of their family he could never guess. Dick just made it happen. And now Bruce was being forced to make him responsible for these three while he fulfilled his promise to his little girl.

"It'll be fine!" Kent insisted, talking past the giggles and tugging of the boys on his arms. They liked making him use his powers, especially since he was always so careful with them. "You'll see. I've babysat before."

"How many?"

"One really," the reporter replied with absolute honestly. "But these guys can mostly take care of themselves right?"

"Right!" Dick agreed fully, anxious for Bruce to leave already.

"Most of us can." Jason grinned down on the pouting Timmy. He didn't like being left behind. "Timmy though will wet the bed."

"NO I WON'T!" the seven year old nearly stomped his foot in anger, his ears turning red.

This teasing brother ignored the comment and looked over to Dick. "Ten bucks says he wets the bed again."

"Jason!" his father tried to reprimand.

"How about your cookie allotment that he won't?" the teen countered.

"Dick…"

"You're on!"

"You two…"

"Dad?" Cassandra tugged on his coat sleeve. She looked rather cute in her violet Chinese dress, her hair tied up loosely in back. "We should go."

"You really should," Dick added, flipping off of their sitter with ease. He received a brief glare from Bruce but that was all. "You'll be late for the contests and dinner and stuff. Babs said there's even face painting at these things."

"Do you really have to go?" Timmy whined. He was probably the only one who didn't have expectations about that night other than missing his father.

Bruce reassessed his options when he saw the boy's quivering lip. He promised Cass he'd make this their special night, but the kid was having nightmares. Jason's teasing wasn't unfounded. But if he changed his mind then and there, he'd be playing favorites and breaking promises. That was something he didn't want to do. He gave a heavy sigh before kneeling down and giving his sad boy a quick hug.

"Yes I do. But you'll see me first thing in the morning, okay?"

Timmy still pouted but nodded anyway. This gained a smile from his father. "Good. Now, promise me you'll keep these two in line. No kryptonite, and I don't want anyone in the cave, is that clear?"

"Darn!" Jason joked, making the kryptonian wary for a moment. "Officer Drake's in charge! We'll never have any fun now!"

"Seriously Bruce, can't you trust us for three hours?" Dick joked as he came towards the little boy. "We'll be fine! Uncle Clark can make Mac 'n Cheese, we'll probably watch a movie, then go to bed. Easy night."

"Right." The disbelieving tone in the man's voice worried Clark for a moment. He came back to his feet, looking over his sitter. There was definite apprehension in his face. "Remember the rules?"

"They're on the fridge," he tried, hoping to ease the man's worries. "Along with yours, Alfred's, Leslie's, Fox's and Gordon's numbers."

"All of them are in bed by eight, got it? No exceptions."

"Got it." It was almost humorous how much of a mother hen this guy could be. Was he really the big scary bat all those years ago?

"And no scary movies." He looked over to Jason especially. "Got it? No horror flicks, none with parents dying, and please! Don't dub over any more children shows with crude jokes. Or you'll be the one changing the bed sheets around here."

This made the boy finally cringe, backing off slightly. "Okay okay… don't have to push it. I'll be good."

"That goes for you too Dick." Bruce switched his gaze to the oldest. "I will know if you break any of these orders."

"We got it!" The teen nearly groaned at the man. Did he have to ruin everything? "We'll be good. Better than when we're with Alfred. Now get going or I'll call Babs and tell her to paint your table bright pink."

Cass snickered at the comment, earning an exasperated look from their dad. He really was worried about this. The dark knight looked back to the man of steel, wondering in part of he'd ever see that face again or if the kids would just tie him up and burn the house down. But he had to trust the man, and pray for the best. "Alright. Bed at eight. No junk food. One movie."

"OKAY!" The older three near shouted in exasperation. Jason gave him a tired look. "Alright, we get it. See ya tomorrow Dad. Have fun Cass." And he walked off without a seeming care in the world.

Dick grinned at the girl too. "Say hi to Babs for me. And Betty if she's there."

"Will do." She tugged on Bruce's sleeve incessantly. "Let's go!"

"Alright." He ruffled Timmy's hair one last time. "Goodnight you guys. And be good."

"G'night Daddy!" The smallest of them murmured as they left for the garage. "Have fun!"

The man looked at the alien one last time and nodded. 'I'm leaving them in your hands. Don't make me regret it' was almost mentally transmitted between them. The kryptonian gave him a reassuring smile in response and hoped that would be enough for him.

And at last the head of the house hold was gone with his daughter for the night.

"Finally!" Dick grinned and tugged on Timmy's shirt. "I'll put on Sherlock Holmes. You get that microwave popcorn we've been saving."

"Wait, what?" Clark looked down to the teenager and the now grinning seven year old below him.

"Jaybird!" the teen continued as the kid ran off. "Got that order in?"

"Just finished it!" Jason returned to the room, his cell phone returning to inactive mode in his hand. He looked over to their sitter, his impish grin getting bigger by the moment. "There's a Pizza Hut at 20th and Main on the north side with two pizzas waiting for us in twenty minutes. They're already paid for, just need a pickup."

"Remembered breadsticks?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately you can't pre-order ice cream." He grinned at their 'uncle'. "Think you can pick up some small chocolate cups while you're out? It'll only take five minutes tops with your speed and flight."

"Wait a minute…" The man looked between the three boys, each of them getting their own plans together before he even had a chance to give them options. "What's this about pizza? I thought I was going to make Mac 'n Cheese? And is Sherlock Holmes really a child friendly movie? And ice cream? What's going on here?"

"It's simple." The older boys grinned as they explained it to him. "Both Bruce and Alfred are gone and they never let us have takeout or generic foods. Jay and I kinda miss that, and Timmy doesn't know what he's missing. So we thought it'd be a good idea to take this opportunity to have some!"

"It's not that bad," Jason tried to convince him. "We've got olives on the pizza and one's a supreme, and you don't have to pay for them. It's more filling than Mac 'n Cheese and it'll really only take five minutes for you to get them anyway. You get some too, whatever we won't eat. Same with the breadsticks."

"You can choose your own ice cream cup too." Dick grinned impishly. "The only thing you have to do is pick 'em and destroy the evidence. Hopefully Bruce will think we cleaned up after, so long as you take the Mac 'n Cheese box and ingredients with you somewhere. We play this right, Bruce will never know.

"As for the movie," the boys nearly laughed, "we were at the premiere. It's not scary, and more than likely Timmy will be so stuffed from pizza and ice cream that he'll fall asleep before it ends. If not…" he shrugged, "he won't have nightmares. Explosions aren't a problem for him. Its ghosts, goblins, zombies and things like that that'll freak him out."

"We'll be fine." Jason grinned impishly. "So long as you adhere to these terms and don't fink on us. All we have to do is say it was your idea and Dad'll go with it."

"Somehow I doubt that." Clark glared lightly at the two, not happy with the way they manipulated the situation.

"Yeah, me too," Dick admitted. "But look at it another way. You do this and you won't have to cook, we'll be agreeable, and we'll all be in one place for a movie. When it's over, it'll be bed time. Sherlock is one movie we can all agree on. You've seen it before, right?"

"Once…" Okay, the kid was starting to convince him. It would make the night easier, on all of them. He wasn't that good of a cook either. Mac 'n Cheese was just one thing hardly anyone could ruin. For a moment he thought of the list of rules posted on the fridge then all the warnings and instructions Bruce left behind. Well pizza wasn't exactly junk food and these did have vegetables on them. Cups on ice cream, meaning small portions. The kids just wanted to live a little without causing too much trouble. And they did think ahead about the movie….

He gave a relenting sigh before nodding. "Fine. At least I know I won't be bored."

"Like we're boring?"

"Got the popcorn!" Tim ran in waving a couple packets around. "So, when's the pizza getting here?"

"BUUUUURRRP!" Jason grinned in satisfaction. Uncle Clark had brought home orange soda along with the pizzas and ice creams, making the whole evening that much more fun. It'd been years since he'd had a good soda. Alfred was very much against them. "Beat that one flyboy."

"BuuuuUuuuuuuuUUuurrrrp…"

"Smooth."

Dick was tempted to start doing the ABCs but declined when he saw Tim and Clark napping next to them. They zonked out about three-quarters through the movie, both leaning heavily against each other. It was almost a shame to wake them.

But the movie was over, along with all the extras.

"We need to clean up," the teen stated, looking over to the time. His eyes widened dangerously. "We really need to clean up. Bruce should be back in twenty minutes."

"Crap." Both of them jerked up at the thought and started moving. They piled up the pizza boxes, soda cans, and ice cream cartons in front of the sleeping kryptonian before getting out the vacuum to clean up what popcorn and food bits fell to the floor during their movie. Within ten minutes, the place was nearly spotless, except for the pile of trash.

"I'll get Tim in bed, you wake Supey." Quickly Dick scooped up the kid and dashed upstairs. They only had ten minutes. Their father tended to be on time.

"Sure, leave me with the hard job." Jason didn't know exactly how to wake the super powered being up, but he had to try.

"Uh, Uncle Clark? Mr. Kent? Mind waking up now so we aren't all in big trouble?" There was no response. The kid glared at him.

"Yo, Kal-El. Wake up please." Still nothing. Jason grunted in frustration. "I really don't want to do this…"

He looked around for a moment, making sure no one else was a round before trying anything. Satisfied they were alone, he grinned impishly. "Let's see how you respond to this."

The boy took a step back before dashing forward and leaping onto the man's lap. "KOCK-A-DOODLE-DOO! WAKE IT UP FARM BOY!"

"GAH!" Clark jerked forward in shock, eyes bulging and wild. The evil cackling of the kid on his lap let him put everything together.

The kid still grinned. "Have a nice nap?"

"Jason…"

"Save your lecture for later." Jason clambered off his lap and pointed to the pile of evidence of that night's activities. "We've got a crime scene to cover up. Remember?"

"Ugh…" Kent gripped his forehead before leaning forward, remembering exactly what he had agreed to earlier that evening. Slowly he slid off his glasses and glared at the stack. He kept his heat vision at the perfect intensity so they turned to ash rather than bursting into flames. The boy grinned as he used the vacuum to finish cleaning the stuff up then rushed to put it away. The man rubbed his eyes. "When did I…"

"About when Holmes decided to take a trip down the rabbit hole." Jason quickly put the movie away before doing another visual sweep of the room. "Okay, Dick's putting Timmy in bed, everything's cleaned up… are we forgetting anything?"

"Uh, going to bed yourself?" He raised an eyebrow at the kid. He was lucky Clark didn't make a habit of spanking kids.

"Who'd want to do a thing like that?" The former street rat grinned impishly at the alien before dashing out of the room towards his own. "See ya later Uncle Clark!"

"Right…" The man of steel shook his head tiredly before making his way towards the front of the house to wait for Bruce's return. He could hear the two boys talking briefly about whether or not everything was covered and if they were in the clear. They only prayed it'd be enough to make Bruce not look up the security tapes later. It wasn't until the low rumbling of the garage door opening on the far side of the manor that the two ran to their bedrooms to actually head to bed. It was well past their bedtimes after all.

Clark cracked his neck before heading towards where the billionaire would be coming from. He met up with the man after a few minutes, and he was carrying his tired little girl in at the same time. "Had fun?"

Bruce grunted. He looked over Kent for a minute as he walked inside before asking, "How'd it go?"

"They were really good, honestly." He looked back to where the kids were finally starting to rest. "We had dinner, watched a movie, and then they went to bed. Dick carried Timmy to bed though. Does he normally fall asleep during movies?"

"Only when it's late." He looked over to him calmly. Everything seemed to be in place. "What did you watch?"

"Sherlock Holmes," the reporter answered too quickly. Was that supposed to be a secret?

"Ah." Bruce didn't seem to mind it at least. "Good. I was afraid Jason would bully you into watching 'Exorcist' or something like that. Maybe even 'Zombie Land'."

"So… detectives solving what may be a paranormal crime in London's acceptable?" He was really wondering about this man's tastes. Why were those films even in the house?

The Bat gave him a long look over his daughter's shoulder. "Excuse me, but how many times have we run across cases like that?" He shook his head slightly. "Criminals think if they can cover their crimes with fake paranormal events, magic even, they won't be caught. All trickery, a show, just like Holmes says in the movie."

He stopped in front of the movie room's open doorway, making a quick inspection. After a moment he nodded. "You have babysat before. Even cleaned up."

"They really were on their best behavior." Over all the boys behaved admirably. Other than a fight over who got the last slice of pizza or trying to figure out who had which cup of ice cream, they were really quite good. "You know, I think Dick could babysit them next time. He really kept everyone in line."

The rate at which the blood left Bruce's face could only be called Warp 2. He turned his petrified gaze on the alien as if he were completely insane. "Riiiight. You're talking about the boy who covered my suit in neon green glitter glue when I left him alone in the cave for an hour."

Clark's eyes widened in surprise. Did he really? "How old was he?"

"It was two months ago."

They just locked eyes on each other for a long moment before either of them dared saying another word. "Okay then. Um… I've got patrol to do in Metropolis, and you've got a princess to put in her chambers."

Bruce grunted in response. He started towards the bedrooms, looking back to his friend. "Thanks for tonight."

"No problem." Clark started floating towards one of the nearby windows. "See you at the next meeting?"

"Barring any emergencies." The two nodded in silent agreement before they parted ways. It wasn't until midnight the following day the man of steel realized he forgot to take the Mac 'n Cheese ingredients home with him.

A/N: heh... so in the end the plan kinda failed. But the boys had fun anyway. Did similar things when I was babysitting, except I gave them what the parents wanted them to eat most of the time. Wish I did the pizza... As for the glitter glue, my friend did that to her dad's briefcase when she was on a sugar high, in high school. I can so see Dick doing that even now.

Almost to one of the arcs. Not sure if I'm keeping ages consistent or not though. ^^; Thanks to whoever told me Cass' B-day. I'll try to keep it in mind when I'm writing things.