This chapter is extra long, and here early in celebration for... YOUNG JUSTICE SEASON 3! O MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS! I thought it might just be another false alert, so I looked it up and today it was announced! SCREAM WITH ME PEOPLE! It says that they are already making it, but won't release it until later (I HOPE THEY GO WITH NETFLIX!) I hope they don't decide, "Meh, I am bored, let's not make it..." I WILL HAVE A... I don't know what i'd do, but it won't be pretty! ANYWAY, GO SEASON THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!

DISCLAIMER: blah blah, all applies

GO YOUNG JUSTICE SEASON THREEEE!

Bruce put the Batmobile into Auto-Pilot and relaxed in his chair.

He stared at the three year-old snoozing on his chest. What had happened to his son? He didn't know, but it sure didn't help the adorableness factor. When thirteen he had puppy eyes that could melt Mr. Freeze's heart, and being turned into a three year-old only multiplied that by a tenfold.

Dick's head was rested gently on his chest, his ebony hair blending with the black bat wings of design on the Bat's suit. His son murmured, cuddling even closer.

"Aw… he's so cute. Even though Selina kidnapped him, at least it looks like she took care of him." Jason cooed, tugging one of his big-turned-little brother's raven locks.

Bruce nodded thoughtfully. Of course he'd have to cure Dick, but it would be interesting to have a toddler around for a while. He pressed his League Com, listened to it buzz a moment before Dr. Fate answered. He had a brief discussion with him before hanging up to stare at his son again. He would bring Dick to the Cave in three days for Dr. Fate to look him over and try and figure out a way to cure him.

In the meantime, he'd enjoy his three year old.

Thus, Batdaddy is born.

For the third time.

When Bruce got home, he slept with Dick that night in his own bed. At about three in the morning he was shaken awake by none other than the little boy, now wide awake with tears shimmering in his eyes.

"What?" Bruce groaned, slowly opening his eyes.

"Bruce? Selina-Selina said that you didn't want a little boy. That you didn't love me. I know you said you did, but…"

Bruce was wide awake now, and sitting up. He grabbed his little bird's face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. Then he whispered with the ferocity of a momma bear, "I. Love. You. Dick, I am yours as much as you are mine, and I will always love you, no matter what. You're probably too little to understand this right now, but even if you looked like Two-Face or were as crazy as Joker, I would always love you. I know I don't say it enough, and if you were normal- older- you wouldn't believe that it was me talking, but I love you. I would die for you. I will always be there, always come for you. No matter what."

Dick took a deep breath, looking into Bruce's eyes. "You serious?"

"I'm the Batman. I don't joke."

Dick smiled slightly, his eyes beginning to blur with sleepiness. "I love you to, Daddy. I will always come for you. No matter what." He repeated Bruce's words, but meaning them just the same.

And that scared Bruce. He didn't want Dick to always come after him. He needed his boys to be safe, needed. But at this moment, he kept his thoughts to himself as his son snuggled up against him and his breath slowed.

Dick opened his eyes to shadows dusting the room. He smiled and mumbled softly, pressing closer to his big, generally scary (although never to him), Daddy.

His dad, still asleep, wrapped a big, well-muscled arm around him, making him feel safe and incredibly warm. But not too warm. But, something was wrong. He could just feel it. Well, three year old or not, he was a bat, and bats always know everything.

He carefully slipped out of Bruce's arm and down to the Batcave, his bare feet abnormally quiet for a three year old on the freezing ground. He looked around to find if the something wrong was in there.

He found Jason asleep at the Batcomputer. He crawled into his lap and stared intensely at him. Jason, feeling the bat-glare, stirred, groggily staring at Dicky.

"Dick…? Wha'do yah wan'…?"

"I want to go to the Watchtower."

"Why?"

"Something's wrong."

"What?"

"I don't know."

Jason narrowed his eyes at Dick, but his ingrained bat-paranoia was screaming in agreement with his now three-year-old little brother.

"Okay." Jason stood up, Dick adjusting to his hip, and walked over to the Zeta Console. He put in the codes, because even though the Team thought Robin had no prior knowledge to the existence of the Watchtower, in all truth the hall for the seven founders had eight rooms planned into its creation for a reason. It now had nine, because the whole League just loved to baby Dick and Jason. They were always welcome there, Dick had been practically raised there. So, in a flash of light, they were past the heavens and into space where the Watchtower continued its lazy orbit.

Dick twisted in Jason's grip, trying to see the whole room. He pursed his little lips in concentration. They'd Zetaed to the Seven Founder's wing, so masks were un-needed, and his multi-colored blue eyes swept the room.

Jason began walking, and they made their way to the monitor room. Dick slid out of Jason's grip and sat in the seat in front of the computer. He put in some codes and instantly the com was picked up by Green Arrow.

Dicky? Are you okay?" Dick had called on the B.E.C.P.U.O.F.B., or becpuofb. Batkid-Emergency-Call-Pick-Up-Or-Face-Batdad. Thus, Green Arrow's voice was urgent.

"Nuh-uh."

What's wrong?" Flash had tuned in, just as frantic as the archer.

"I dunno."

You don't know?" Hawkwoman demanded. "Where's your daddy, chick?"

Dick turned to Jason for an explanation as to why Hawkwoman said that the way she did, he didn't mind being spoken to like that, but Hawkwoman's voice was so gentle, uncharacteristic. Jason shrugged. "We told them you were little." Was all he said.

Dick, seeming to except that, turned back to the com. "Asleep."

No I'm not. The com woke me up."

"Daddy!" Dick squealed happily.

Batman, what's wrong?" Asked Aquaman.

I don't know."

They're having that Bat-Paranoia thing, aren't they?" Green Arrow asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's never been wrong before, Uncle Oliver." Jason said with mild disgust.

Without warning, a message popped up on the screen. Jason scanned it quickly, not knowing if Dick could read in this state, and turned to the com. "I just figured out what's wrong." He said.

What?" Asked Flash.

"Superman. E's been captured. You better hurry, all the notification says is, 'Help. Superman's been taken. I'm a snitch, I can't tell you more, he'll kill me if I'm gone any longer. Again, SOS!'"

There was silence for a minute longer. Then the League did what the League did best when their big buff-guy was out of the picture. They panicked.

At least, until Batman (who never panics unless it involves his kids, and even then he doesn't show it) came in, telling them coldly he'd take care of Jason and Dick and to meet immediately in the Watchtower conference room A7. There were a few mumbled agreements, then the com shut off.

Dick felt Jason looking at him. He met his brother's gaze, who said: "SOOOO… what do yah think Bruce'll do?"

"Um, let us visit the Team?"

"Please no." Jason glared at Dick, who had a feeling his now big brother didn't like his friends too much. Honestly, being three and missing pieces of his older life, he found them kind of bothersome as well, especially the Scary Green Lady and Kidnapping Carrot-Head. But definitely not Pretty Lady, and Tinkerbell was nice.

"Otay." He went back to fiddling with his pajama sleeve, which was a short-sleeved shirt of Jason's, but on him the sleeves flopped around his wrists and hem around his ankles. They needed to go shopping, needless to say.

Jason yawned, after all, it was three in the morning, and curled up in the chair next to Dick. He almost fell asleep when Bruce came in.

"Daddy!" Dick jumped up and ran to his Dad.

"Hello, Dick." Bruce obliged when Dick begged incessantly to be picked up.

"The Watchtower's not safe." Dick dug his face in his Dad's Kevlar-clad chest as the elder said this, more to Jason because at this age Dick honestly didn't care why it was safe or not, if his Dad said it wasn't, it wasn't, that's it.

"Why?" Jason lived up to previous statement.

"Because the fact the message came directly, not forwarded from the Hall." Bruce walked out, expecting Jason to follow. Said tween accepted this outlandish reason, after all, Bat-Paranoia was, well, paranoia, and the slightest chance was enough to send it screaming.

"Where are we going, then, Tati?" Dick stared up at him with those huge, beautiful blues. "Is Gorgeous Lady going to babysit?"

"Who's that?" Bruce looked at Dick.

"Um… I think Selina called her Talia." Bruce stopped in his tracks.

"What?" he growled. If it really had been Talia…

"Selina called her Talia."

Bruce narrowed his eyes at his little bird.

"Is she going to baby-sit?"

"Oh, h* no." Jason rolled his eyes.

"H*?" Dick looked at him innocently. "I like that. Daddy, your h*ing awesome!"

Bruce gave a bat-glare so intense even Jason was affected. "What?" he shifted.

"Yeah, h* what?" Dick smiled proudly, looking at his Dad.

"Jason, Batmobile for a month."

"What?! No fu-dgin' way!" he barely corrected himself.

"Fudging! That one's even better!" Dick seemed to be delighted with the prospect of new words. Jason's eyes widened and he immediately looked at Bruce for his reaction, which was nothing outwardly.

"Three."

Jason groaned but expected that was the best he'd get. Here comes bathing suits, buckets, and car polish. Bruce turned back to Dick.

"No, Talia will not baby-sit you. I'm taking you to the cave."

Jason groaned, even louder this time. Bruce gave him a quirked eyebrow.

"Do they have people my age?" Dicky asked hopefully.

"No." Jason continued to walk down the hall after his Dad.

"Oh, that's too bad. Gorgeous Lady had Damien, he was not my age, but five. And he didn't like happy. Why would someone not like happy?" He asked his dad innocently.

"I don't know, Damien?" Dick couldn't see it, but panic was racing through his father's head. The Bat remembered years before when Talia had been continually pressing on him to… well, she had said, "What about Damien? That's a name I like…" What did the fact that there was a child in Talia's custody named Damien mean? It couldn't be good, right? Well, letting Talia have a kid no matter what wasn't good…

"Yep. And he didn't like happy." Dick said distractedly, thoroughly enjoying making figures with his fingers.

"Do you know anything about him? Do you remember anything?" Bruce stopped and plugged in the coordinates in the Zeta Console.

"UUMMM… well, Gorgeous Lady called you 'Beloved,' and she knew Romani," he smiled brightly at this. "And Dami didn't like me because I was happy, and Gorgeous told him not to kill me, and we ate apples. I like apples, but not as much as peaches. Can I have a peach? How about Peach Cobbwer?"

Bruce glanced down at the age-appropriately distractive three year old, who was now ranting about churros, cream filled churros, strawberry churros, Oreo churros, and so on. The light flashed and they were gone, leaving a lingering "Ice cream churros!" in the air, the child whisked away before the sound could reach their ears.

Sorry for any mistakes I made. Happy election day, and..

YJ SEASON 3!

~Universe

PS: It is said they decided to make more because of such loyal fans, that means US!

LAST OF ALL: Watch on Netflix, people! I learned that the more we watch the more likely a deal will be struck with Flix of the Net (as I call it), so WATCH IT WATCH IT! AND SCREAM FOR JJJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! :*D 8D 8D 8D 8D 8D 8D 8D 8D 8D