I DON'T OWN JL!!!

Bruce Wayne held in a groan, he had to get a new personal assistant, Sylvia McBride had already sighed him up for at least nine social events, one of which included flying down to Central City and donating money to an orphanage. That one he didn't mind so much, he understood their need a whole lot more then the rich, stuffy, old geezer society's.

  " Sir, Miss. McBride called, it seems you have yet another meeting with the Gotham international poet society. " Alfred informed him, his face showing a light smile at the look on Bruce's face. " In the meantime, sir, I've finished packing your bags for your trip to Central City. "

" Thank you, Alfred. "

   " Hey! Hey Clark! Clark Kent!! " A young petite woman shouted, running after a broad shouldered man,

" Ms. Franklin? " He turned around, his face a picture of surprise, " Is something wrong? " She paused to catch her breath then shoved a piece of paper underneath his nose, " You're a lot faster then you look…listen you're on the next flight to Central City. "

" Why? " She gave the paper a shake, " Your going to cover a charity event, involving Bruce Wayne, you've heard of him right? "

Clark nodded, ' Batman. '

" Of course, but why I'm I being sent down shouldn't this go to—"

" Your going, Clark, because this is an easy story and you need experience. "

" I have to run this by my boss—"

" Done, and here is your plane ticket, pack lightly, and don't forget a camera. "

" But—"

" Your plane leaves in three hours, you better not miss it. "

" But—"

" No buts, Clark, your going. "

She walked away, leaving Clark standing alone in the hallway, a pile of papers in one hand and a cold cup of coffee in the other.

John Stewart sighed, he hated having down time from the Marines, he hated even more having down time when he needed extra cash. He reshouldered his camera bag, and attempted to tune into the voice of the woman who was giving out instructions,

" Okay, I'm going to need half of you to just get pictures of kids, the rest of Mr. Wayne doing something helpful… " She clued in on John who wasn't gazing up at her with rapt attention, " Excuse me…Mr…." She glanced down at her clipboard,

" Mr. Stewart? " He gave her a sideways look, " I know you're only a temp but please, you have the only video camera, you have the most important job of all. " She gave him a wide smile, and turned back to usher the other camera people onto Wayne Enterprise jets.

" Mr. Hilgins, my hair is fine!! " Wally protested as Stan attempted to run a small black comb through the tangle mess of red hair, " Wally, I don't know what's on your head, but I don't think its hair! " Stan joked as he yanked the comb out of the boy's hair. Brittany and Susie giggled, " Wally, doesn't like to be clean, Mr. Hilgins. " Ricky joined in their laughter; Wally stuck out his tongue and readjusted his green shirt, " Mr. Hilgins, why do we have to meet Wayne at the airport? " Stan put a finger to his lips, " Wally, that's Mr. Wayne, ok? "  Wally gave a sour nod; it had taken a lot of chocolate bars to persuade him down here.

" Look! It's Mr. Wayne's jet…s…" Susie exclaimed, Stan quickly looked the kids up and down, searching for last minute faults, " Ricky, spit out your gum. "

It took 15 more minutes for the main jet to land and for the door to open. A well-dressed man walked out, followed by a fast talking woman, who had just pointed out the five figures standing by the runway.

  All four of the children looked up in awe at the tall man who stood above them, Stan, however wasn't at a loss for words

  " Mr. Wayne, its great to meet you, sir, I'm Stan Hilgins. " Bruce gave the excited man a smile before, looking down at the kids, " And you are? " He asked politely, raising an eyebrow when they stayed silent, Stan shuffled quickly and pointed to each on in turn, " This is Brittany Tamers, Susie Grindal, Ricky Gomez, and this is Wally West. "  Bruce gave the two girl's a grin causing both of them to giggle, shook hands with Ricky and attempted to shake hands with Wally, who had his hand raised to start a high five. Bruce reacted with ease and Wally grinned.

 " Mr. Wayne, the limos waiting. " Sylvia reminded him, while the kids gasped and began talking to each other,

" A limo? "

" Dude, must be loaded! "

" Aww…we gotta ride in Mr. Hilgins' old bug. "

The three adults stared down at the children, who continued to talk as if they couldn't be heard.

" Hey Mr. Wayne, can we ride in your limo? " Ricky asked, before Stan could silence them. Bruce smiled,

" You all can, if Mr. Hilgins is ok with it. " Four sets of wide eyes turned on the man,

" Can we? Please, please, please? " Stan laughed, " Go ahead, I'll follow in my 'bug'. " Wally suddenly looked at the ground sheepishly.

Ricky, Brittany, and Susie were staring out the window of the limo as they made their way back to the orphanage, while Wally sat next to Bruce with his arms folded, " Not interested in the sights, Wally? "

" Seen it. " Ricky tore his face from the view, " Yeah, but you've never seen it through a limo! " Wally shook his head.

Bruce cleared his throat, " So, Wally, how do you like the orphanage? "

Wally shrugged, " As much as you're supposed to like it, I guess, I've been there since it opened…so have they. " he added, waving a hand in his friends direction.

" Hey, we're almost there! " Susie squealed. Ricky dropped back from the window, " There's a lot of people there, how come? " He glanced at Wally, " How I'm I suppose to know? "

" They're photographers, you remember that lady with me? " Four separate nods, " Well, she hired all of them to follow me, and take pictures, so people back home can see what I'm doing. "

" What? They don't take your word for it? "

Bruce laughed, " Nope. "