HEY GUYS!! I'M JUST TAKING A LITTLE BREAK FROM THE FINAL ACT, TO WORK OUT THE PLOT SO I DECIDED TO GO WITH YOUR GUY'S IDEA AND WRITE A STORY ABOUT FLASH HAVING MET THE OTHER MEMBERS OF THE JL, SEEING HOW THE CARTOON WEN THIS WILL BE POST-STARCROSSED AND THAT FLASH COULDN'T HAVE MET DIANA, J'ONN,OR HAWKGIRL, I'M FINE WITH THAT THEY AREN'T MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS ANYWAY. I ALSO GOT THE IDEA FOR THIS WHEN I SAW SECRET ORIGINS, DIDN'T SEEM LIKE THAT SOME OF THEM HAD MET BEFORE?? I DUNNO, I GOT THAT VIBE.

BIT OF INFORMATION YOU MIGHT NEED: WALLY IS LIKE 10, BRUCE AND CLARK ARE BOTH AROUND THEIR LATE 20'S AND HAVE BEEN SUPERHEROES FOR AWHILE, JOHN HASN'T GOTTEN HIS POWER RING AND IS IN HIS MID-20'S, THE TIMEFRAME MIGHT BE OFF BUT THIS STORY STANDS ALONE FROM MY OTHERS, UMM… I GUESS THAT MAKES ITS AU IN A WAY.

OH AND THE ORPHANAGE WORKERS ARE MR. FRANKLIN, MRS. CRENSHAW, AND MR. HILGINS.

Mrs. Agatha Crenshaw sighed deeply at the sight of the stack of papers that was placed neatly onto her weather beaten desk, each one bearing a collective agency stamp and each one past due. She leaned back into her plastic swivel chair, and began organizing the bills by order of their importance, dropping several of them when a knock echoed through her office,

  " Aggie? " A young blond man called from the door, obviously waiting to be allowed in,

" Oh, it's you Joe, come in, come in… " Her voice carried a grandmotherly sound to it as she motioned for the man to enter and take the seat in front of her, " What can I help you with? " She asked, peering intently at him from over her horn- rimmed spectacles, " I don't mean to pry Aggie, but is everything alright? " He asked, watching as she went from calm, to flustered to calm again, " Alright? Yes everything is fine, why do you ask? " Joe Franklin shifted in his seat, " Well…its just that—Stan and I saw the bills, and we know that several companies have pulled their funding, since the economy is still a little shaky. " He broke off looking awkward, Mrs. Crenshaw gave him a warm smile, " I'll be the first to admit Joe, things aren't good, but we've gotten out of worse. " She glanced a her rooster clock, " It's getting late, why don't you go home and get some sleep, and tomorrow, when we're fresh and rested, we'll think of something, ok? " Joe returned her smile, " Got ya, I guess that's the better way to go. Good night, Aggie. "

" Pleasant dreams, Joe. "

Wally West let out another laugh as he once again dodged his friend's misaimed punch, " C'mon, Ricky! Even Derek was faster than that! " He teased. Ricky threw another punch, " Oh yeah? Well? Uhh…At least…I don't like Brittany! " Wally's grinning face went slack, " I do not! " He retorted throwing his own punch, not really aiming at Ricky, " Wally and Brittany sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g! " Ricky taunted, putting his hands down and making a funny face.

" I don't like Brittany…Girl's have cooties!! " Ricky began laughing, sliding down onto the carpet wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, Wally looked down at his friend and began laughing with him,

" Hey Wally, wanna remind me why we always practice ' self- defense' ? " Wally sat down next to him, in truth Central City Orphanage could be a dangerous place if the wrongs kids came in, and for the past few years a lot of the wrong kids had been sent in, and it was better to be safe than sorry, " Because of all the new Dereks. " He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ricky wiped at a bead of sweat that had been trickling past his brown eye, " I wonder when Mr. Hilgins is gonna fix the a.c. summer isn't the greatest time for it to break down. " Wally ran a hand through his messy red hair, " If we're lucky, Mrs. Crenshaw'll take us to the pool. " Ricky shook his head, " Nope, the bus broke down, remember? " Wally groaned.

    " Hey, Ricky, Wally! Mr. Franklin bought ice cream!! " Another voice yelled at the two, who looked at each other

" RACE YA!! " the both yelled together and bolted for the door.

    " Every child received an ice cream, Stan? " Mrs. Crenshaw asked him, Stan Hilgins laughed at her expression, " Of course Aggie, They cleaned me out. " He looked over at his friend who was sitting next to him, " Don't worry, Joe, I saved you a lime pop. " Joe gave him a crooked smile,

  " Can we get back to our discussion, Stan? "

" Sure go right ahead. " Stan joked, Mrs. Crenshaw sighed, Stan was like a big kid, it was no wonder why the children seemed to gravitate to him, while Joe was more of a father figure to them.

" I went over the numbers again after you left, Joe, " Her voice changed from an amused tone to a depressed one, " It seems that, since as of now, only the city is supporting us we won't make our budget. If we can't raise the money by the end of the month we'll be forced to send some of the children to other orphanages in different cities. "  Stan raised an eyebrow,

" How many? "

" Nearly half, " She waited until the gasping sound had ended, before continuing, " We just don't have the resources to keep them all, not any more. "  Joe sat in stunned silence, apparently thinking hard

" Have we tried any charities? " Mrs. Crenshaw nodded, grimly. Stan slammed a fist onto the desk, " I have an idea…gahhh…it's on the tip of my tongue…Wayne Enterprises!! " Joe cast him a concerned look

" Why would Wayne Enterprises donate money to us? "

" The head guy, umm…Bob…no…Bruno…no…uhh…Bruce! That's it Bruce Wayne, he's always donating to different places for publicity, I'm sure he'd give us the cash. " Joe nodded in agreement, " I have a cousin who works at the Daily Planet, she'd send a rookie down if I asked her. " Mrs. Crenshaw shook her head in amazement

" Gotham, Metropolis, all those big cities…Do you think they would help us? "

" C'mon, Aggie, what newbie reporter wouldn't want to cover a big name like Wayne giving cash to some cute little kids in need. Its pure gold. "

" But we don't even know if they'll help—" Stan reached over a snow globe and picked up the phone

" Let's call them right now! " He dialed information, " Gotham City, Wayne Enterprises. " He picked up a pen and quickly jotted down the number, hung up the phone, picked it up and dialed the new number.

" Hello? Umm, yes, who can I speak to concerning charities? Yeah, I'll hold. " He gave his two companions a thumbs up

" Hello? Yes, uh. Hi my name is Stan Hilgins from Central City Orphanage—ok no, yeah that's it, yeah we could do that, reporters? Ummmmmmmm… we have one reporter coming if you need—" He began to look flustered, " Sure two weeks, 10 am ….uh thank you? " He hung up the phone, " Whoa that was one perky lady! " Joe and Aggie stared at him

" Well?? "

" Oh yeah, that was Mr. Wayne's personal assistant, she says that he loves donating to orphanages and that he'd come down personally and hand Aggie the check himself!! Also she said that we should have our ' reporter ' on stand by, but she's gonna send her own little army of cameras down here, oh! I we have to arrange for some of the kids to meet Wayne, show him around, take pictures with him, the whole deal. " Aggie waved a hand in front of her face, " My, this seems so unnecessary, I was hoping for more of a quiet meeting…a little meet and greet you know? "

" Aw, Aggie you know those billionaire types, capture the moment, hey, if their sending down their own cameras we won't have to call your cousin. "

Joe shook his head, " I thought about that, but this might be how we get back our sponsors, "

" How do you figure that? "  " We'll use who ever my cousin can send to take pictures of some of the more…decaying parts of the orphanage, to show that we still need their support. "

" Alright, that problem is solved, however, Stan you said that we had to have some children meet Mr. Wayne. "

" Yeah three or four of them. "

" Who should we choose? "

" Brittany Tamers, for certain, then maybe another girl and two boys? "

" Susie Grindal is a good choice, for the boys…How 'bout Ricky and Wally, those two know this place like the back of their hands, and all four of those kids have been here the longest…so it might mean more coming from them. "

Aggie nodded, " Alright, Stan go have a talk with them, make sure they want to, and Joe could you call your cousin as soon as possible? " The two nodded and got up, Aggie let her eyes close, " This might be the miracle we've been praying for. "

Joe dialed the number and sat back, waiting for someone to answer, " Daily Planet, Cassidy Franklin speaking. "

" Cassidy? It's me, Joe. " The voice quickly changed from the work office monotone to a chipper squeal

" Joe! How are you, its been ages, how are the kids? "
" Fine, all 200 of them, in fact they're why I called. " He then proceeded into a detailed explanation of their present situation

" Oh how awful, but Bruce Wayne is coming! How did you ever manage that? "

" He likes kids and publicity, I guess, so can you help? "

There was a pause and a shuffle of papers, " We do have one new reporter, Clark Kent, just started, but he shows promise, I'll check with his boss and get back to you. "

" Thanks, Cassidy, you're the best. "

" I know. " He hung up the phone.

A/N: but as we all know the publicity stunt won't go down that easy.