Thought of this at work today. I just love little kids and how they can say anything incriminating about their parents and unless it's about abuse, no one believes them except other kids. Also have another field trip thing plotted out but unfinished. Man I miss those. Clearly pre-dami. Enjoy!

Timmy-5

Wheels on the Bus

All around them, children were singing. Not too surprised since they were all in kindergarten. Also not surprising was how off key they were.

The wheels on the bus go round and round,

Round and round,

Round and round!

The wheels on the bus go round and round,

All through the town!

The driver on the bus goes move on back,

Move on back,

Move on back!

The driver on the bus goes move on back,

All through the town!

The people on the bus go up and down,

Up and down,

Up and down!

The people on the bus go up and down,

All through the town!

Maggie Ryan looked over to her group's parent-volunteer monitor and frowned. He wasn't singing. She poked the boy next to him insistently. "Timmy! Make him sing!"

"SHHH!" Timmy ordered back in a hushed tone. "Daddy's sleeping!"

"Why is he sleeping?" George asked as he leaned over his seat to see what they were talking about. Next to Timmy sat Bruce Wayne, a baseball cap hanging over his face and earplugs barely visible in their places. If they leaned in far enough , they could see his eyes were closed. And if they were really quiet, they could hear him snoring slightly. Clearly the man was exhausted else he would not be able to sleep in a bus full of screaming, singing five year olds.

"Because he was up all night saving the world!" Timmy bounced up and down excitedly as he told his classmates. "Last night he helped Superman stop a plot where Brainiac was taking over the penny-gone through their computer systems. Daddy had to upload a virus into their systems so the upload was cor...up...ted and our nuclar fences weren't beached! Superman took out the bad alien computer while Daddy keeps him des-tacted!"

"Kept him distracted." The correcting murmur escaped the tired CEO's lips as he fluttered in and out of consciousness. The earplugs muffled the sound, but he could always hear his youngest's voice. He adjusted his seat briefly before dozing off again. They weren't there yet.

"Yeah, Daddy kept him distracted!" Timmy glowed with pride as he told the tale.

"Cool!" George and Fanny cheered nearby. A nearby mother rolled her eyes in amusement, shaking her head slightly. It really seemed unbelievable to the adult mind. "Is your daddy a superhero?"

"Well..." He looked back to his father for a moment before looking back to the others. "Not anymore. He retired. Said it was too dangerous. But he still has the costumes!"

"How sweet," a lady a couple seats away murmured, barely listening. One of the teachers nodded.

"Probably thinks he's a hero from Halloween."

"Every little boy thinks his dad's a hero," the first woman stated.

"That's so cool!" George repeated over and over again. The little girl across the aisle scoffed.

"He should still sing with the rest of us! It isn't bedtime. And he's too big for naps!"

"But my daddy takes naps all the time!" Angela insisted nearby.

"Mine too!"

"My daddy's always sweepy."

"Then they're bad daddies," Maggie stated, folding her arms in a superior manner. After all, she was the class genius. The teacher said so.

Suddenly she was surrounded by crying and angry shouts. "My daddy's not bad!"

"Take that back!"

"You meaniehead!"

"Liar!"

Timmy pouted and looked at his daddy who was largely ignoring the conversation, getting as much rest as possible. He knew his daddy wasn't a bad daddy. He was just really tired from saving the world from a nuclear disaster, that's all. He'd prove it.

The bus pulled up to a red light while the others argued and yelled about how their daddies were good people and Maggie was a bad girl. Timmy took advantage of no one paying any attention to him and unbuckled his chair. Dick said the buses they used were different from other buses having seatbelts and nice chairs, but he didn't believe him. All buses had to be the same because it was the law to have seatbelts on while the vehicles were in motion. Smiling to himself, he pulled himself onto his father's lap and sat on him like he would a chair.

"Timmy," Bruce mumbled above him, grabbing his attention quickly. A bleary eye opened, focusing on the boy. "What are you doing?"

"Changing seats."

"You need a seatbelt," he stated in a low tone, not really wanting to fight with a five year old.

"I know." The boy tapped the belt his daddy wore to release it. "We can share!"

The exhausted CEO looked at his son for a moment, then chuckled lightly before readjusting his belt to encompass both of them. Timmy grinned and settled in his father's lap happily. Bruce wrapped his arms around his boy just as the light changed colors, smirking to himself. As he settled back into his doze, he took comfort the boy could trust him so much to use him as a seatbelt, even when he was trying to sleep.

Thank heavens Timmy was a calm child though. If one of his brothers tried this, he'd never get any rest.

A/N: Awe! Oh if only I could put hearts here...

In other news, there's a new poll on my profile. I have a lot of projects in the works and I want to know which stories I should make a priority. I'm not ignoring DNB, it's just something I mostly do for fun. Still working on Sacrifice extended, but as I've explained in other stories, I hate doing action sequences. If anyone wants to donate/give examples of wilderness training Slade can do with Dick (remember, they're in Northern Mexico at that point) PLEASE DO! That's where I'm a little stuck. He needs to learn guns, increase his endurance, and get sick. I don't usually ask for help but seriously I'm having difficulty there. As seen here, I'm a fluffy writer, not action, though I have turned out a few good scenes...

Anywho, back to work!