Pre-Dami. I'm still on hiatus really, but I had this idea and wanted to run with it. Don't know if this turned out that well but... *shrug* Got a story at the end.

Dick-13 Jason-9 Cass-7 Timmy-5

Prank Calls

"Seen in the third quarter, research and development has doubled its personnel, and tripled its product output. Non-lethal military projects seem to be our leading money-maker, but medical advancements are in higher demand. Computer division reports progress on their interactive screens, but it's slow going."

Mr. Bruce Wayne nodded as one of his younger executives reviewed the minutes from the last board meeting. That sounded about right. They covered what was going on in their Wayne Tech division mostly, the larger money makers. Wayne Medical worked alongside Drake Industries with several vaccines and research projects. Wayne Aerospace was working on getting a NASA project away from LexCorp. Several other divisions had their projects running smoothly as well, half of them designed to help the Justice League just as much as they were helping the rest of mankind without anyone being the wiser

It made the CEO smile. It was hard to imagine that seven years back he was wrestling for control of the place and changing its image into a positive light. Initially it was so he could finance Batman. Now it was to assist the Justice League's start and to give his children a better future. He was focusing on making the world a better place using his resources as a normal man. His parents would be proud. Alfred certainly was.

He leaned forward in his chair to pick at the files and project he was going to bring up. His agenda was very clear to him. There was a project Luthor was working on that could pose a danger to the League and the rest of the world. He had to propose a counter measure, a project that would either prevent or reverse what that cue ball was doing. There were those in the room who would support it because it was the right thing, and others who'd oppose it just to spite him. It was the people in the middle who looked at profits he needed to convince.

Nodding to his executive in records, the young man sat down. Lucius Fox gave everyone an encouraging smile before taking the lead for the board meeting. "Now that that's over with, any details from last month's meeting we need to go over? Sampson?"

A balding man sighed heavily. "There's been some progress with the cancer research but the process is slow. If we-"

The speaker in the center of the desk beeped loudly, telling everyone there was an incoming call from an important office. Everyone stared at it then at each other. All the branch heads were there. Who'd be calling in? Bruce scowled at it. Only a handful of people would dare call this number who weren't on the board. It didn't bode well to him. Cautiously Mrs. Decker over internal affairs pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello beautiful!" A child trying to disguise his voice as a grown man answered, some giggling being heard in the background. "This is Bruce Wayne! Boy billionaire! You may have heard of me. I'm really rich. I own a mansion and a yacht. And I have four little angels. How would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

Everyone looked from the speaker to the real Bruce Wayne, whose face had turned red. Whether from anger or embarrassment no one could tell. Several of the people there were smothering smiles and Lucius Fox was covering his mouth and shaking with laughter. Both men recognized the voice perfectly well. 'Jason...'

Mrs. Decker looked back from the man and the speaker, not sure what to do. Relenting a bit, her boss mouthed, 'Play along.' So she did. "That... sounds wonderful. Can I bring my husband along?"

There was a pause on the other end, then a muffled, "Oh crap," before the line cut. Mr. Fox couldn't contain his mirth at that point and broke into gales of laughter. Others snickered around the table. Quite the prank. Only one person wasn't amused by it.

"Please continue the meeting," their boss stated as he stood from his seat and headed towards the door. "I shouldn't be gone long. And my apologies Mrs. Decker. I will get to the bottom of this."

"Not a problem, really." The woman was trying hard not to smile, and failing. Kids...

He nodded. "If you'll excuse me."

As soon as he was out of the room, he heard them snickering and asking each other questions. Couldn't blame them for most of them, but there were a handful who didn't know at all who was on the other end. Well he did, and judging by the snickering behind the boy, he was certain there was an accomplice.

Quickly and silently he stormed down the halls and up an elevator two flights until he made it to his floor and office. His secretary Mrs. Dalton was busy working on some transcripts he gave her earlier, and the door to his personal space was closed. It was supposed to be open.

"Mrs. Dalton? Do me a favor and block all calls going to and from my office until further notice."

The old woman jerked her head up in surprise. She was clearly absorbed in what she was doing. "Mr. Wayne! What are you-"

"Block the phone line in my office please," he insisted again, trying to get to what laid beyond those doors. "And I'll need you to type up an email for... I'll get you a list as soon as I can identify who's been contacted."

"What? What happened?" The old secretary cocked her head in confusion. He ground his teeth together for a moment before answering.

"Someone's been prank calling from my phone."

Quickly he opened his office doors and took a cold look around the room. Dick and Cass were on the couch, working on her reading and vocal skills. Jason and Timmy could not be seen, though their backpacks were by his desk. His phone was also missing from its traditional place there.

The two on the couch cocked their heads in surprise, especially when he raised a finger to his lips to keep them quiet for a bit. His daughter merely raised an eyebrow while Dick looked really confused. Well who wouldn't be. Bruce had promised he'd be back in the office to take them home around five. He was far too early and Alfred wasn't done with his weekly shopping trip to change plans (which was why they were at the office and not home at the moment) so him being there was unusual. It became clear though when he glared over to his desk and the smothered giggles behind it.

"I wanna do the next one." Accomplice confirmed. Didn't matter how sweet his voice was over the phone, he was helping Jason.

"Fine. But if it's a guy, ask if his refrigerator's running."

Their voices were so low it was hard to hear them by the couches. No wonder he hadn't done anything about it. Quickly their father came over there, just in time to hear Timmy do a call of his own. "Hello? Are you single? ... Wanna go out with me? ... Okay... Bye..."

The phone hung up with a depressed Timmy pouting just out of view. Bruce just barely reached the desk to look over it when it clicked off. A company phone book was settled before them, a few numbers highlighted by himself for finding them easier. Must have been their first targets. Jason looked a little irked about the conversation.

"You were supposed to say you were Dad! Get him a date! A girlfriend!"

"That eager to get me married off too?" Both boys jumped at their father's voice, 'caught' written across Jason's face. Timmy was just surprised. "Didn't think you were that interested in having a mother in the house."

"Daddy!" Timmy leapt to his feet, eager to go. "You're done early! We're going home?"

"Not yet. And I'm not done either." His eyes fell on the older boy who was trying to hide his guilt, baldy. He knew what he did, and how wrong it was. "Jason, what are you two doing?"

"Playing."

"Uh huh." Bruce gave the boy a shrewd look before reaching down and taking the phone book. "Phones are to be used to contact people when you need to, not to fill in your boredom. My office phone is not a toy. And this list... how many people did you call asking for dates?"

"What's a date?" Innocent little Timmy looked up to his dad expectantly, not knowing at all what he was asking for earlier.

Jason bit his lip. "I lost count."

"Fourteen!" The kid cheered. "We did fourteen numbers!"

His brother cast him a you-traitor glare, which only made their dad nod. "Alright. Do you remember which ones?"

"Yep!"

"Alright then. Timmy, I want you to take this book to Mrs. Dalton and point them out. She'll know what to do with them soon. Tell her what you two were doing and everything will be okay."

"Okay!" Cheerily, the little boy took the book and darted out of the room to where the secretary was, ready to tell all. It gave Bruce time to handle Jason.

"Oh, so because he told he gets a get out of jail free card huh?" Frustrated, Jason folded his arms and glared at his father. "Or is it because he's the youngest? Bet it's the youngest."

"He didn't know what he was doing," the man pressed. "You did. Homework done?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yes."

"Then there's something else I want you to work on." He reached into his desk and took out a file. "Read through this damage assessment and tell me if it's worth renovating this part of town. Wonder Woman and Cheetah had fun downtown last weekend."

"What?!" The boy gaped at his father for a minute. Couldn't blame him really. Bruce liked to dish out weird punishments. Handing over the file was nearly like taking out a tub of glue, covering him with feathers, and telling him to dance in the rain. Though that would be just as interesting for him, it wouldn't do for him. Jason had to learn his lesson and gain some sense of responsibility.

"This or you fold and organize clothes with Alfred later after staring at a corner for the next hour, with the entire board keeping tabs on you." He could hear the boy gulp. "You called the conference room. Maria Decker is the head of our tax office. You asked her to go on a date with me. Her husband is a linguist working with the UN. I'm certain they'd love to talk to you about this."

The kid cringed, knowing he was in trouble now. He took the file and looked at the couch. "This sucks."

"Should have thought of that before you started pranking everyone." Bruce smirked. "Everything comes with consequences Jason. Everything. Even a few prank calls."

A/N: a few years back when I first got my cell phone and was trying very very hard to get a job, this kid called me. He called me four times. One time I got him talking and he asked me out. This was a sweet sounding no older than 10 boy who asked me out and I had to decline. Ironically no one has asked me out since. I thought it was cute but a bit annoying too. It was a prepaid phone and each call hurt a slowly getting poorer. Still getting poorer.

Love how Cute Timmy gets off scott free because of being a tattle tale and Jason gets a funny punishment. Can't wait to see what else would happen if it continued. Dick and Cass aren't really in there. and I've now explained why Alfred doesn't just take everyone home after school. He needs to do the shopping some time. The door to his office was supposed to be open so his secretary could keep an eye on them too. Oh well. =P