This isn't excactly after the last ach but I wanted to post something before I can't get online for the next four days. Still working on the next short. Told ya they'd be a bit out of order. =P More League members here.

Dick-15 Jason-12 Cass-10 Tim-8 Damian-2

Jocko Choco

"Flash, get to the manor now!"

"What? Why?" Barry looked at the phone right as the connection cut. That was such a Bruce thing to do, tell him to do something then cut off transmissions so he couldn't question his orders. Why the man had called him in just as his shift at the station ended was even more a mystery to him. Usually, he wouldn't call him on his phone either. Why was he…

Well, he didn't get anything done by standing still. In ten minutes he was in Gotham, knocking on the side door of Wayne Manor so Alfred would let him in. Still in his lab coat, Barry Allan entered the kitchen not knowing what to expect. Was one of the kids hurt?

"Mr. Allen it's so good you have arrived." The old butler looked a little more run down than usual; his coat was missing for some reason and what hair he had was even on end. "Mr. Kent is almost done for."

"What happened?" Now he was really beginning to worry. He followed the older man back into the main part of the house, still confused. Then he heard some crashing, glass breaking, and something else. They exchanged looks briefly before near running towards the sounds of the destruction and excited screams.

"We're not certain yet." They turned one corner and immediately ran into Timmy. Or rather, he ran into them.

"HI ALFRED! HI UNCLE BARRY!" The kid grinned from ear to ear, much louder and bolder than normal. With a very speedy snap, he turned about and darted right back to where his brothers were taking on Superman, and winning. "HEY GUYS! UNCLE BARRY'S HERE! WE CAN FIND OUT WHO'S FASTER NOW!"

"IsaySupermanbecausehe'sawesome!" Dick started, talking almost at Flash speed. "Canwegoflyingnow? Huh? Canwe? Canwe? Canwe? Canwe? Canwe? Canwe? Canwe? Canwe? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Canwe?"

"MEFIRST! MEFIRST! MEFIRST! MEFIRST! MEFIRST! MEFIRST!" Jason was both loud and fast, plus there was a chocolate smear across his face.

Both of them were wrapping the man in titanium jump lines and red towels. Somehow they'd gotten their hands on some red lipstick and neon eye shadow, and they were decorating the man of steel. The man seemed to really be at wits end.

"Help."

"Let'sgoflyakite! Uptothehighestheight! Let'sgoflyakiteandsenditsoaring!"

"Okay, what happened?" Barry turned his gaze back to the butler but stopped when he saw the owner of the house finally coming up to them. One leg had Cassandra wrapped around it, grinning like a crazy person, and both arms were loaded up: little Damian (the only calm person there) on one side and some open boxes of fundraiser chocolates on the other. Bruce was anything but pleased.

"Finally." He nodded his head towards the giggly girl, indicating he should take her. Alfred was already trying to do so. "You keep Cass, Jason and Tim occupied while I figure out what Joker put in these things. Kent has Dick."

"TIEHIMUPGOODANDTIGHT! LETSSEEHOWHEFLIESNOW!"

"UP UP AND AWAY!"

"You called me here… to babysit?" He looked over to Clark, still taken back by what he was seeing around him. Four very hyper kids who were taking down Superman without a single care in the world.

"How can anyone fly like this?" The guy was panicking now.

"MAGIC! ABRAKADABRAPOOF! ABRAKADABRAPOOF! ABRAKADABRAPOOF! ABRAKADABRAPOOF!"

"I wouldn't call this babysitting per say," Bruce tried to explain. "Distraction, yes. Alfred will stay up stairs and help with the damages and it's just the four of them."

"And I get three?" This looked really unfair, all the way around. Why did Clark only have to deal with the oldest?

"You want to trade?" There was quite a bit of panic in the reporter's voice.

"Notrade! You'remine! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! Brucesaidso! Right? Right? Right?"

"Dick's a miniature nuclear reactor when on a sugar high. You don't want him." The kids' father seemed tired already. "The others are much calmer in compare."

"STARTFLYINGALIENBOY!"

"No… farmboy!"

"ALIENFARMBOY!"

"BOYSCOUT!"

"ALIENFARMBOYBOYSCOUT!"

"Andhesnitches!"

"SNITCHINGALIENFARMBOYBOYSCOUT!"

"I HAVE A NAME!"

"I'm seeing why you don't let them have much sugar." The speedster was starting to get dizzy watching them. No one above the age of three was holding still, and the strongest person in the room was nearly done for by the hands of hyperactive kids. Their demands were becoming sillier and less likely to occur by the minute.

Bruce pinched his brow at the oncoming headache. Alfred looked ready to join him in this sentiment. "I'm thinking of banishing cookies too if this keeps up."

"NOOO!" All the kids screamed at once, jerking their heads around to their father in a near panic. "NOT THE COOKIES!"

This won an exasperated look from every adult in the room, plus a raised eyebrow from little Damian. Their dad shook his head, trying to not give in to the headache he was getting.

"WE LOVE OUR COOKIES! WE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM! MUST HAVE COOKIES! BETTER THAN CHOCOLATE! COOKIES!"

"Just keep them from destroying everything while I figure out what's in these things?" He lifted the boxes under one arm as explanation. "Try to get them to eat something healthy to balance out the sugar. If we're lucky, there won't be any long range side effects. Call me the instant one of them crashes."

Barry groaned, looking back to the four of them clambering over each other excitedly to see if Clark's ears could take their weight. He had a hard enough time when Wally ate too much sugar, now he was being ordered to take care of three ninja kids on huge rushes. "How'd they end up like this? Bruce?"

He looked back when there wasn't a reply and found the spot the billionaire was moments ago empty. The speedster glared at the spot. "I hate it when he does that!"

"Barry!" Clark near screeched. "HELP!"

"Okay okay…" Quickly the speedster grabbed the smallest of them and pulled him away from the alien. Tim laughed impishly before turning in his grasp and giving him a quick hug. Frankly the man was surprised by the sudden bout of affection. Other than Dick, all the kids were pretty reserved with touching anyone outside their mishmash family. "Whoa there partner."

"GOT ANY CHOCOLATE?" The kid grinned up at him, showing some slight chocolate smears on the corners of his mouth.

"Uhhh… Nooo…."

"DARN!" The boy pouted dramatically. "I WANT MORE CHOCOLATE!"

"Not this year Master Timothy." Alfred gave them all a reproving glare as he tried to help release the man of steel from his bindings. "Not after this fiasco."

"What exactly happened?"

"WE HAD CHOCOLATE!" The kid was starting to go into giggle fits. Cassandra was also laughing to herself as she brought come cables over towards the new comer. "REALLY GOOD CHOCOLATE!"

"We'rehavingafundraiser!" Dick explained, doing flips and turns all over the alien's tied up form. "Forthenextfieldtrip! Everyonehastosellthreeboxes! Whichmeanswebringhomefood! Thenweeatit! ThenBrucepays! Everyonewins! IlikeJockoChocobars! Weshouldhavemoreof'em! Youwannatryone? They'rereallygood! Tasty! Delicious! Andnutricious! Wrappersaidso! Musthavemore! Onlyhadthreebars! Weshouldhavemore!"

"YEAH!" All the kids cheered.

"I think not!" Alfred's glare was only comparable to Batman's when he was truly livid. "If just one bar turns Miss Cassandra into this," he gestured to the giggling wilding girl on the floor, "then I dread to think of what any more of you with added doses will become!"

"BUTIWANTCHOCOLATE!" Jason nearly howled.

"ME TOO!"

"Methree! Methree!"

"JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO! JOCKOCHOCO!"

"ENOUGH!" Everyone stared at the butler in utter shock as he actually yelled at them like that. Never had they seen the man lose his composure before, and not once had he yelled over anyone in anyone's memory. He had a surprisingly loud voice when he wanted to use it apparently. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "There will be no more consumption of chocolate, let alone those 'Jocko Choco' bars, until everyone has calmed down and any ill effects of Joker's treat has worn off. Until then, the only items you will be eating will be healthy."

"BORING!" Jason griped. He hopped off of Clark and started hanging on Barry's arm. "YOUGOTTASTYFOODRIGHT? WANNARACE? WE'LLLETSUPERMANGOIFYOURACE!"

"YEAH!" Tim grabbed Barry's other arm and lifted his legs to swing on his arm, jolting the speedster from his earlier stance. "YOU TWO SHOULD RACE! WHO'S FASTER? FLASH OR SUPERMAN? HOW FAST DO YOU GO? CAN YOU RACE THROUGH WALLS? CAN YOU RUN AND VIBRATE THROUGH WALLS AT THE SAME TIME? CAN SUPERMAN DO THAT? IS THERE A WAY YOU CAN FLY TOO? I BET IF YOU MOVE YOUR HANDS FAST ENOUGH YOU CAN FLY!"

"THAT'DBESOCOOL!" His bother laughed as he leapt on the speedster's back, practically demanding a piggy back ride. "LET'SFLY! LET'SFLY! LET'SRUN! LET'SRUN! GO! GO! GO!"

"Wait!" Dick interrupted. "Supermanhasto escapehistrapfirst! WeshouldtieFlashuptoo! Justtobefair!"

"I give up." Alfred shook his head, looking at the ceiling in defeat. Cass was still giggling at his feet, some ropes and the like next to her. He looked around once then turned about to do something else elsewhere. This nearly petrified the two Leaguers.

"Wait!" Clark begged. "What about us?"

"You're just giving up?" Barry's arms were going to come out of their sockets. Neither boy was going to let go any time soon.

"Not much else I can do." A slight knowing smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I am far too old to chase down these four on a sugar high. I will retrieve the broom and dustpan though. There are quite a few damages that need immediate tending to."

"LaterAlfie!" Dick waved cheerily as the butler continued on his journey away from them. The teen grinned from ear to ear. "Hey! Let'splaycopsandrobbers!"

"NO! HIDEANDSEAK!"

"TAG! I WANNA PLAY TAG!"

"How about Halo?" Barry tried to detour them. Surely they had to have videogames in this huge expensive place.

"RULE 2!" each kid screamed at the top of their lungs, laughing at their shocked faces.

Clark took a deep breath before explaining to the shocked speedster. "They don't have Halo, or any shooting games. Mind getting me out of this?"

Bruce took comfort in the safety of the sealed Batcave. Comfort and safety. As Damian was the only one who hadn't eaten the 'Jocko Choco' bars, he was the only one he felt he could handle safely. A normal sugar high with any of the older boys was a nightmare. Dick's especially. Hyper on normal days plus high concentrations of sugary treats always equaled disasters. When they first learned this, he was nine and they lost a priceless chandelier. Rule 9 wasn't created until after that day.

Some of the cave's monitors were connected to the manor's security camera, letting him see what damages were done to the house and if the Leaguers could handle four hyperactive kids. Well, two kids, one preteen, and a teenager to be accurate. So far the teenager was still going strong, torturing his favorite hero with requests, random pranks, and constant chatter. Cass had crashed after about twenty minutes after his clever escape, falling into a daze on one of the couches. Tim soon followed suit, collapsing on a couch in the library. Jason was getting close to done himself, but managed to take an apple as a snack before his blood sugar dropped dangerously low. But he was winding down, giggling more than running, just like when the other two had stopped.

And all three had constant grins on their faces.

Alfred had managed to sneak in a sample of the younger two's blood after they collapsed for testing while he continued to identify what chemicals were really in the fundraiser candy bars. The labels were far from correct and he could sue the company on that fact alone. And with Joker actually being the person behind this whole charade (Jocko was one of his many aliases), it wouldn't be hard to prevent any reoccurrences. It was the mean time that worried him.

"Any changes in Cassandra and Timmy's situations?" he asked Alfred over the intercom.

"None, yet." The butler had Barry helping him line the children up to keep a better eye on them. As soon as Clark can manage to keep Dick in one place, a real challenge, they were going to bring the two unconscious ones down stairs for a better checkup. When Jason finally decided to zonk out, Barry would be free to help him with the analysis. His expertise would be quite valuable right then. "Master Jason's rubbing his eyes and grinning. I believe he'll be joining the others shortly."

"I'm not tired," the boy in question murmured behind them.

"Right, tell me another one." Barry was doing an initial overlook of Timmy unconscious form. Alfred was looking over Cassandra, giving the forensics officer instructions as they went. "I think their pupils are dilated."

"Indeed. Both seem to be in states of shock." This brought a thoughtful look to the older man's face. "Similar to those Joker gas victims. Is it possibly a solid form of the chemicals they ingested?"

"Could be something similar." Bruce heard the mass-spectrometer go off and started reading over the analysis. "Very similar. When combined with stomach acid and introduced to the bloodstream through the digestive system, it turns into an adrenal releasing neural toxin."

"So the candy bars themselves aren't toxic, but when ingested they do this?" The scientist felt the edges of the younger victim's mouth cautiously. He thought he saw the smile broaden.

"Seems to." The father looked over to the sleeping two year old tucked into a temporary playpen. Glad he hadn't had any of the treats. According to the analysis, this thing could kill smaller individuals, anyone weighing less than fifty pounds within a few hours. His eyes widened dangerously. "Allen, get Tim and Cass down here now!"

He pressed the button allowing entrance back to the cave then swept over to the medical to get it ready. If he was right, they'd have to work fast to save them. Before he finished turning the lights on, Barry was down there, setting Timmy on one table then Cass on the next. "What's going on now Bats?"

Bruce didn't answer immediately. He just handed over the data sheets before turning over to the already prepared antidotes to start working on a cure. Allen's eyes widened as things clicked into place. "How much do they weigh?"

"75 and 83. I think the Joker anti-toxin should prevent further damage. Grab Jason and strap him to that bed. He'll be crashing soon." He had a syringe ready within minutes and at the younger boy's side before the other man could blink. They had to work fast.

"What about Dick?"

"First we see what we can do for the others before we even try to stop him." Once the anti-toxin was in, Tim's smile laxed, calming his father a small degree. At least this anti-toxin would work on someone who ate only one bar. He'd have to run more tests before he could say for sure. He grabbed a fresh needle and went to Cass just as Barry brought down Jason. That one was going on giggle fits, smiling broadly and laughing weakly. He was looking worse than his siblings when they were crashing. How many bars did he have?

"I've got him," the speedster stated, taking a needle and vial.

"50cc should be enough for him," the father instructed, rubbing down his girl's arm to help her body take in the chemicals. She too started to relax, slipping into a more restful sleep just as Jason's giggling ended. He too was resting now. Bruce looked up to Barry, some relief in his eyes. "Thanks."

"Just glad you thought of me." He looked over all three kids, watching them finally at rest. He really was the best man for this job, both with his skills and his powers. They were a handful, but not near as bad as Dick when wound up. Clark was still trying to keep up with him. These three had crashed, and now they could get around to really helping them. "So, where do we start?"

It took nearly another hour before the two of them had a solid cure for the 'Jocko Choco' pandemic. Dick was the first recipient and Flash had to nearly pin the kid down for it to work. As Bruce finished administering the cure to the rest of the kids, Superman made a b-line over to the producers of Jocko Choco Bars to stop production and start looking for clues, if he didn't find Joker first. Flash was distributing the cure to every household in Gotham, having converted the cure to a drink form to make it easier on the kiddos. A public notice flew across the television screens informing the people of what to expect and what was going on. Many people around the city was on these wild sugar highs, mostly children and chocolate addicts. The cure the frustrated father developed was needed by the whole city in the end.

"Ugh…" Dick couldn't believe the headache and soreness he felt afterwards. Jason leaned heavily against his side on the couch. They and their other siblings were transferred upstairs to the movie room to recoup and keep entertained at the same time. Bruce was busy helping with making and sending the cure out to the general public without anyone making a connection to him. Which meant not only him giving out the recipe discreetly for other companies to help profit off of it, but also that the four of them had to watch their two year old brother until the other adults were back. Alfred was busy making a simple dinner.

Damian was crawling all over them, wherever they laid.

"Pway! Pway!" the toddler begged excitedly, tugging on their sleeves and hair.

"Too much energy…"

"I think he sucked us dry…"

"Where'd he get those gummy worms?"

"Gummy worms?" Dick jerked his head around to where Damian was, bouncing on Cass' back while chewing on the said treat. The teen's eyes widened in dismay before he tried to get the little kid. "Dami! When did you get into my candy stash!"

"You've got a candy stash?" Cass asked, turning her head tiredly towards the eldest.

"And you dared bring home drugged chocolates?" Jason added. Dick guiltily nodded, picking up Damian and propping him on his lap. He grabbed the kid's bat-kitty and tried entertaining him that way. Their brother groaned in pain. "Dude, if I weren't so sugar shocked right now, I'd find Alf's shotgun and break rule 2 on your head."

"Hey, I just met you…" Tim started, still dizzy from the whole shebang, "and this is crazy… But you've got candy…. So share it, maybe…"

"Just be sure it's not from Joker, okiday?" the normal troublemaker added.

"Okiday…" Dick glared slightly at Damian starting his own sugar rush and messing with his face. "Damian, that's my nose. It belongs there. Leave it alone and watch Anikin fly his pretty planes please."

A/N: Okay, I wanted to see them on a sugar high. it worked. This one was pure crack but I made a Joker plot out of it. Brought Barry in on it and had the batkids torture Superman. That part was fun! And then how both Alfred adn Burce abandoned them... that was priceless. Then Dami turns the tables on them... if you recognize the 'call me, maybe' parody Tim was starting, good for you! If not, youtube it with cookie monster.

Still working on the one with Selina. It's harder than I initially realized. Hopefully my little holiday away from the net will help me make a lot of stories go forward. If not... *shrug* Oh, and if you want to know waht's gong on in my life, check out my DA page and read that journal. I do update, once in a blue moon. Til next time! ^^V