Tim sat back on the private plane's luxurious chair. He sighed. He also nursed his head.

"I told you not to bang your head against a steel bar" Batman said, without looking back. Tim didn't even ask. It was a fact of life that Batman would be able to know all about Tim when he was in a proximity of physical touch with him. Ahem, not that kind of touching.

"But that didn't hurt. Cassandra..."

"You know you liked it little bro. You know you did" Nightwing interjected. He himself was perfectly fine. He had long ago learned the use of a kevlar plate for head frustration. Of course, he had learned also that it needs to be empty for it not to hurt.

"It helps when the kevlar is hallow" Batman said. Nightwing shot his mentor a hurt look.

"and why exactly was I not informed?"

"You needed the excuse for your head and Barbara. Not to mention the fact that kevlar thin enough for us to work with was only 3 months old before you were equipped with it."

"THREE MONTHS! I was running around without bullet proofing for 3 extra months that weren't needed?"

" and I had to blackmail Superman in order to brake into the government facility, which took 2 months in of itself"

"Sir... There's a Mr.. Kent tapping on the windshield. Something about him calling in a favor"

"...my editor must have won a bet. damn bastard... Very well, Alfred. Let him in." Batman said. The planes engines slowed down automatically as the door opened. They didn't need to, considering that if they sucked onto Superman's cape, they would be the one scattered across the freeway, not he, but programming is programming.

-Gotham clock tower-

"So than Lois calls me with this evil plan, and I set it up for Batman to take down the Falcon remnants that have nested in the suicide Slum territory, while she gets Clark to vacation with her in California. Superboy is on hand to handle anything major long enough for Clark to come back, and Batman will get some new people to terrorize. In the meantime, Nightwing will watch Gotham for the time being, while Commissioner Atkins has done a temp exchange of young officers of all types, to be exchanged. Amy'll get a new rookie, and Montoya will get a note from Daddy asking for the young fool to watch over my apartment for the time being. As an added bonus, Tim will get sent with Cassandra to keep Bludhaven at a simmer, so batbutt won't have to worry about an over boil upon his return." Babs finished explaining, before grinning over he mug of soup. Dinah Lance (II) smiled just as evilly around the spoon of ever present ice-cream (its very hard not to burn calories while dodging Ak-47 rounds).

"Of course, Robin will need an assistant to help, and Roy has watched the haven before as well. This means I'll have to babysit Lian in Metropolis for the time being." the older woman added. Both chuckled something quite envious.

"So who exactly planned all this, again ?"

"Lois said J'onn suggusted it to her recently"

"Those evil martians" both women giggled insanely again.

-Wayne cc45 private jet, runway, Africa, location undisclosed-

"...I see. Very well." Batman said, before pressing a button.

"Oracle here" Bab's computer voice began to float throughout the air.

"We have. A situation. I'm sure you've already recieved Superman's file."

"yes" Oracle said. Bab's continued to giggle.

"I agree with his plan."

"Undersood. Oracle out" the tinny voice finished.

-New York City, DC east coast offices, Time publishing building #74-

"$200, 300, 400,500" Mr. O'niel finnished counting out. "There is your half, Ms. Grayson."

"A pleasure doing buisness with you, Mr. O'niel" the holy scribe (ok, so I collected the JLA vs. Titan's mini-series. Twice) responded.

"Oh no. The pleasure was all in conning the Metropolis division, with you"

"Indeed"

-

end rose fist style.

Robin (II) will be the focus of the next fic I write, but the others will get out sooner... Through, really, It could take a decade to write the other aspects of the severe swiss cheese block of loop-holes so if anyone (and by anyone, I mostly mean those who Submit to the Family-Archives) would take a shot at it, I'd be very gratefull. The e-mail is lynthrocropia@yahoo.com