Otay, hey people! I am baaack! So, despite my horror at having no more chapters, I got this done. To let the readers of Guys Will Be Girls and The League's One Weakness know, I am working on those chapters. I promise. They're coming along, but not finished yet. I am trying hard. Anyway, here you go!

DISCLAIMER: So... today I got some Marvel Stretchy-Pants... but I still don't own DC.

M'gann took a seat after feeding her friends, cooing as little Robin licked Nutella off his fingers.

He looked at them before showing them to Jason, who nodded distractedly, focusing instead on his own PB&J, so Dick carefully licked each smear of chocolate nuttiness off his hands before eating the other quarter of his Nutella and Raspberry jelly sandwich.

He finished, a smear of chocolate still on his cheek, and slid of his stool at the bar, walking over to where Roy was eating a ham and cheese at the dining table.

"Woy?"

"Uh?"

"Can I have a bite?" he asked nicely. Roy tore of the corner of his sandwich and handed it to him, turning back to his book.

Dicky took it and nibbled at it before sighing contentedly and setting his chin on the archer's knee, his tiny fists clenched in the jeans his round cheeks rested on. He sat like that a little while, Megan and Zee cooing at how cute he was.

Eventually, Dick crawled onto Roy's lap and curled up, yawning like a kitten. He was tired. And…

"Woy?"

"Yeh?"

"I want Daddy."

"Yeah, well, he's not here."

Dick pouted. "But I miss him!"

"Sorry, Baby Bird, he's on a mission, remember?"

"Bu…" he sighed. "O… kay. But, I wanna play!" his eyes brightened and he jumped up, bouncing on Roy's lap, but he was so little and light-weight that it didn't cumber either of them.

"Ok, go play with Jay." Roy said offhandedly.

"Hey!" Jason protested. "I'm still eating!"

"And so am I, but he's your brother." Roy patted Dick's raven locks fondly.

"You're babysitting us! Not the other way around!" Jay pointed out, pouting.

"Uh, yeah, that's the Team's mission, and I'm not on your little club so I can just leave."

"Woy!" Dick grabbed the archer's face, forcing him to look up from his book. "I wanna' play with you! Not Scary Green Lady, Grumpy Superman, Kidnapping Carrot, or Fishy! I wanna' play with you!" he whined, pouting adorably.

Roy couldn't help but crack a smile at the names Dick had given the Team, how fitting they were… he looked at the little boy staring imploringly into his eyes. "Fine…but we are playing what I want to play, got it?" he gave in.

"Oksey dokesy! How about hide-"

"WE ARE NOT PLAYING HIDE-AND-GO-SEEK EVEN IF YOU GIVE ME PUPPY EYES." Roy said firmly. He still remembered last time he'd given in… that had been a very long seventy-two-hours (yes, had only taken three days, and they ended up being found by a very ticked Batman upon returning from a mission anyway).

"Oh…" he looked a little downtrodden before perking up. "How 'bout… I KNOW! WOY! WOY! I wanna play!"

"You said that." Superboy pointed out from his position enjoying static.

"NO! I wanna' do some acting! Can we, pwease? PWEASE?!"

"Um… but…" RA looked at the mini ninja before sighing. The frickin puppy eyes worked even without a mask. "Fine…"

A while later…

"Okay, M'gann, you have to play these six parts…"

"Why does she get to be so many people? I don't get that many!" Wally whined, causing Roy (the director) shot him a haughty glare.

Nevertheless, Jay answered for him. "Because she can shape shift, Kid Dolt."

Sheepishly, Wally nodded his ascent.

"Anyway, Kaldur, this is your part, and Artemis, with a touch of makeup you'll take these two parts… Zatanna, you're in charge of that, and costumes, and here is your three parts, can you take more using brief Glamour Charms?"

"Sure, no prob." Newly proclaimed Head of Costumes and Makeup Artist nodded.

"Great, I'll do most of the cameras, Dick… can you even do computer stuff anymore?" Roy looked at the three year old stubbornly sitting on his hip (he refused to be put down).

"A wittle bit. But Jay can help some, I taught him." Dick pinched his fingers and squinted one eye signifying "little."

Roy looked to the crimson-black haired pre-teen and received a short nod of approval.

"Okay… so Dicky you'll be this part," Roy handed Dick the highlighted script with his part. "Jason, you'll take on these three parts, don't worry, two of them are just extras, and please help Dick because… I don't know if he even can read, also, you're with me when we need to put the footage together, and all the technological stuff, Kaldur and Wally, you're in charge of sets… with my approval, of course, Superboy, you help them and you get two parts… one is just a line long… M'gann you are in charge special effects, and Artemis, help where needed. Everyone got it?"

"Got it!" Came a chorus of voices.

"Alright, read over the scripts, and remember, we have Zeta tubes, anywhere in the world is fine, etc. Now, get going!"

And just like that, they were a Team on a Mission.

Okay! Funny story, I was re-reading the first couple chapters and realized a major change happened in the story- Wally knows Dick's secret ID! XD Oh well, I've really warmed up to the Terrible Trio quite a bit, and include them in just about every story... from here on out. Anyway, please check out my Poll, I need to start my Christmas story soon in order to have it done in time. Also, I put up some of my Universes and also some future Ideas... go ahead and tell me what you would like to see after I finish Guys Will be Girls. I got a wonderful suggestion for how long the story should be, but I have come to a slightly irrational decision that I want to make it at least 200 pages on Word, so you guys can always stop reading... or stay along for the ride! Yay!

And hey, the second I get 6 reviews I'll update (well... as close to a second as I can get). So review mah fwendz!

Last, I decided to say...

Dick: What? What do you wanna say, Universe?

I was getting to that.

Jason: Hurry up. I have a speedster to sedate- I meant...

Well, maybe I could say it if you'd stop interrupting me. Anyway-

Wally: HELPME! INEEDIMMEDIATEHELPFROMDEMON-BAT!

Wally, I haven't brought Dami back in yet.

Wally: I was talking about- ack! Thhaasyssonn...

Jason, did you-

Jason: Shuddup, he won't DIE. His metabolism's too fast. Just make him sick a while.

Seriously, people, you are insufferable...

Dick: So, what were you going to say?

Oh, yeah... I can't remember.