{Barry}

Barry has absolutely no idea what to get and he is ready to tear his hair out. His exasperation must be painted across his face because mercy is rained down on him in the form of a blue haired angel. "Need some help there bud?" Barry nods his head sullenly "I'm helping my friend watch his nieces and nephews but neither of us have any clue what children under 5 eat and he stupidly told his sisters that he didn't need any advice." " I see and where would this friend be?" "picking out clothes." "well its a good thing you stumbled across me, wait here and I'll get everything you need" Barry's Saviour takes his cart and grabs things off of the shevels. He watches gratefully as she disappears around the corner into the other aisles.

About three minutes later, the woman he now refers to as her gloriousness is back and had filled his cart to the brim. "that's absolutely amazing, how did you do that?" he stares in wonder at all the things he wouldn't have even thought to look at "I was a babysitter years before I was a mother and parents would ask me to pick up groceries all the time, the speed came from constant practice" Barry pulls out his wallet to thank her for her help but a hand stops him. "There is no need for money, I'm happy to help, you're going to have to put all of that into groceries anyway; I didn't keep track of the amount I put in here." "Thank you, so much" Barry pushes twenty dollars into her hand anyway, he isn't footing the bill for this anyway. Her gloriousness rolls her eyes and pockets the money "if you'll excuse me, I have to go make sure my wife hasn't advised anyone to death" and with that she leaves.

Barry looks down at the cart and around the aisle, no people or cameras in sight. Barry superspeeds around the cart, putting the items into a new order. Bringing himself to a stop. Barry now has enough room to fit in a couple of big boy snacks for himself.

{Green Arrow}

"Of course they get the easier jobs, I don't even remember what size the kids are." Oliver awkwardly files through the clothing racks trying to figure out his next move. Smacking himself on the forehead, he pulls out his phone and texts Clark and Barry

Group Chat: Batman Wears Pink Thongs

Oliver: What sizes are the kids again

Barry: Don't ask me, I have no clue how any of that works

Clark: -_-' Idjits,They are currently 2-4, Robin is two, Kid Flash and Aqualad are 4, children under 5 are typically sized by age

Oliver: Excuse us Clark, not everyone is as perfect as you are

Clark: Damn right you aren't, Perfection like this can't be handled by you puny humans

Barry: I have half a mind to have you deported

Clark: Good luck with that ;)

Oliver rolls his eyes and shoves his phone into his pocket "And I hang out with those idiots." Getting back to the task at hand, he rifles through rack after rack randomly picking out anything that caught his eye.

"That's quite a load you have there." Oliver looks across the rack to woman peering into his cart "How many little ones do you have?"

"I don't have any children but its time for my sisters to take a break from their 7 tiny demons and I don't want her lugging bag after bag along with them " the lie leaves his lips smoother than honey

"That's quite noble of you, how old are they?" The woman inquires further making home wonder if all mothers asked so many questions about the children of others. " Two four year olds, three three year olds, and two more two year olds" the woman's curly chestnut curtain falls forward as she giggles "seems like you'll have your hands quite full, may the odds be in your favor."A rush of blue hair comes behind the woman, snaking a kiss on to her cheek "Are you mother henning strangers and giving out tips again?" there is a faint lilt of Scottish in the voice, giving the soft voice a fairy tale quality "I'm sorry if she's been bugging you, she never quite knows when to stop asking questions" hazel eyes flicker from him back to the the woman she holds in her arms.

"its no issue at all" Oliver gives a small grin. "See, you always accuse me of harassment before it even takes place" the brown haired woman slaps her wife and pushes their cart slightly forward "now come on, we have appointments in two hours and we still have to get a stroller and new crib parts" the rack lady's wife gives him a playfully flat look and scurries after her with a "yes. love"

Oliver shakes his head with a chuckle and decides he has more than enough clothes, now he can meet up with Barry to make it in time and bug Clark.

{Clark}

Toy shopping may have been fun but he gave the job to himself because he knew he'd take the least amount of time to do it and could avoid stating any trouble with Oliver and Barry if he did it. Clark was sorely mistaken. Clark underestimated the size of the stores toy section and had gotten lost...twice. This underestimation lead to his current situation of defending his cart from his friends with two pool noodles as light sabers.

"Give it up, Obi-Won Kal Nobi, surrender your cart and your death shall be painless"

As he wouldn't haveparticipated in their games during a time like this, Clark realized how long it had been since he caused trouble and it had been far two long "In your dreams, Count Barry" Clark and Barry slash at each other relentlessly with their "light sabers", Oliver joins the fight as Boba Fett and the fight intensifies; the pair go through aisle after aisle, bobbing and weaving through the crowds and somehow not hitting a single one. Children and Star Wars fans cheer on as they quote the franchise, movies and cartoons. The trio pauses at the simultaneous ringing of their phones, they lower their weapons and look at the message. Clark reads quickly, shoves his phone into his pocket and whacks Barry and Oliver on the forehead " it looks like it is time to take our leave." the crowd awws at the loss of entertainment and dissapates into their previously scheduled tasks.

Barry, Clark, and Oliver rush out of the toys with bowed heads under the heated gaze of whom they assume to be the manager of the section.