I've realized now that I've totally jumped the ages back a few years off the storyline for YJ, but to make the characteristics work I'm tempted it to leave it this way, but instead I'll bump Elliot up to ten and Dick up to nine now, for the sake of the storyline, and I'll address them as such. Wally's age is twelve, a year earlier than when he got his powers, but hopefully that's alright!

Elliot- 10

Dick- 9

Wally- 12

Twas a peaceful day in the Justice League.

Crash!

...twas.

Elliot grimaced at the floor. The amber eyed girl looked to the smaller boy beside her who looked down at the mess in grave horror.

"You think they'll notice?" Elliot wondered, glancing from the now empty space on the counter to the shards of blue glass at their feet.

Dick nodded his head.

"What happened?" Barry screeched as he shot into the room, skidding to a halt before the two children with wide eyes under his cowl.

Elliot looked up guiltily and chuckled nervously, twiddling with her fingers as she slipped the guilty wrench into her pocket. "I, uh, accidentally knocked over a vase."

Barry looked over to the broken vase and his mouth fell open. "You broke Dinah's favorite vase! She got that as a gift from her mom!"

"What?" Elliot exclaimed, eyes wide as her face paled.

"Ah, I'm just joking." Barry grinned, slipping off his cowl as he surveyed the damage. "Why don't you two go play, I'll get this cleaned up."

"Thanks Uncle Barry!" Dick cried, hugging the speedster's legs as he ran off. Elliot glanced up, a slight look of wariness in her eyes as she shifted nervously. "Um, thanks, Barry."

Barry smiled as the two left the room, though the corner of his mouth twitched downwards sadly. Despite how warm everyone was, it still seemed that they would never quite be able to weasel into her heart the way Richard had. It would take all the longer to get closer to her for the adults it seemed.

"'Tis I! The Great and Evil Black X!" Elliot cackled, waving her hands in the air as the black blanket flapped about behind her, fluttering as a makeshift cape. "Prepare to be beaten once more, Robin."

"Not this time Black X!" Robin cried, aiming the toy gun at the evil villain. "I've got you now!"

"Never!" Elliot cried, lunging over and tackling her friend to the ground.

The two children burst into a fit of giggles, laughing hysterically. A knock on the door to the lounge halted their giggles as the two peered upwards, Dinah smiling kindly at them.

"Hi, Auntie Dinah!" Dick cried, shooting upwards and giving his 'aunt' an awkward hug around the legs. "What's up?"

Dinah smiled at the two, offering a gentle smile to Elliot as well as the blackette blushed slightly in embarrassment, not having meant to ignore the older woman. "There's someone downstairs for the two of you to meet."

Two pairs of owlish eyes instantly locked onto her in pure curiosity. The older woman stifled a laugh as they quickly rushed past her and down to where this 'someone' would be waiting.

"Uncle Barry!" Robin cried, spotting the bright haired hero with his back to the two. "Dinah said there's someone here for us to meet!"

Barry turned around and grinned, ruffling Dick's hair as he flashed Elliot a wink. "Yup. I want you two to meet my nephew, Wally."

The speedster moved aside to reveal a shorter young boy, possibly around the age of ten or older. The two children blinked at the other child, taking in his bright green eyes, soft ginger hair, and light freckles dusting his face.

Wally shifted, not sure if the two other kids' reaction meant they liked him. He could be doing better things he supposed, but he didn't mind when his uncle, the greatest hero of all time, had offered to set him up to meet some kids who were apparently like him.

"Hiya!" Elliot grinned, marching forward as if she were the leader, her head held high. "My name's Elliot, Elliot Winterstorm. But you can just call me Elliot."

Wally blinked, a smile touching his lips. "My name's Wally! Wally West!"

Elliot blinked, "Wally West, huh?" She tasted the name on her tongue and grinned, "I like the sound of your name kid!"

"I'm Richard." Dick began, a smile on his face. "But you can call me Dick."

The adults gathered around the children grinned in response to the outstanding hit off. They had been wary about throwing Barry's nephew into the mix, considering what had happened to the young boy, but figured outside contact was what the two younger children needed.

"You wanna play somethin'?" Elliot questioned, looking to the other boy who blinked in response.

"Like what?"

"Tag, you're it!" Dick cried, tapping Elliot on the shoulder.

The amber eyed girl blinked before grinning in response, lunging towards the ginger haired boy with a smirk. "You're it!"

Wally blinked, taking a moment to process the fact that he was now 'it', which meant that he was the one chasing them.

Elliot cackled as she sprinted down the hallway, Dick having slipped off with the skills he had been taught. The older girl grinned at the blotch of orange that was quickly fading as she sprinted further and further away, there was no way he would catch her now!

There was a rush of air and Elliot blinked at the larger body that was suddenly in front of her own. She slammed back on her heels as Wally grinned in front of her, the taller boy tapping her head.

"You're it!" Wally cried, whipping around and shooting off in a speedy blur.

Elliot blinked in surprise and amazement, realizing that Barry's nephew was more like him than just looks.

"Hey! Unfair!" Elliot cried, shooting after the speeding blur. "No powers allowed!"

A loud laugh echoed after her and she grumbled, sliding to a halt as she approached a split in the hallway. Tapping her foot as she rubbed the back of her neck, Elliot glanced to her left, than to her right.

This was a tough decision, one that could change everything...

"Eenie meanie minie mo, catch a tiger by the toe..." She began, pointing to the different hallways. "If it hollers let it go, eenie meanie minie...mo!"

With a grin, she shot down the left pathway.

Dick withheld a giggle as Elliot wandered around the large room. Her eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to locate her friend. A frown was plastered over her face as she lifted some pillows from the couch. Tapping her chin in thought, the girl peered around the other side, only to come up with nothing but some sneaky dust bunnies.

"Now where could he be?" She murmured, tilting her head to the side.

Dick stifled a giggle, tucking himself further into a corner so as not to be found. Elliot blinked and glanced, noting the little bit of black cloth that stuck out from a corner.

With the stealth sneaking out of her house had taught her, she ducked around the corner, prepared to find the boy. "Gotcha!"

Dick let out a mass fit of giggles as he bounded past he girl, leaving her in his dust. Elliot blinked, realizing she had grabbed hold of black pillow. With a grin she bounded after the boy.

"Can't catch me!"

"Just wait!" Elliot called back, dashing after the boy.

Just as she was close enough to tap him from behind, a blur of ginger shot by her field of vision, and she was sent tumbling to the floor. The two kids rolled along the floor in a tumbled heap.

With a loud 'oof', the two blinked up in a daze. A pair of mossy green and sharp amber looked up at each other, trying to regain their bearings. It was Elliot who recovered first, looking down with wide eyes as Wally looked up at her.

The ten-year-old found his face growing hot for some reason. He blinked, staring at the golden orbs staring back at him. The dazed look on his look remained when a smirk touched Elliot's lips and she leaned forward, tapping his forehead.

"Tag, you're it."

Wally blinked, staring up at the empty space as he instantly shot up. Looking ahead, Elliot glanced back and flashed him a Cheshire grin as she dashed down a corner.

Not wanting to be beaten, as well as having his twelve-year-old man pride injured, Wally sped forward, skidding to a halt when he realized the black haired girl was nowhere in sight.

"Over here~" He glanced to his right, Elliot waving at him as she dashed down another corner.

Wally grinned happily, shooting after her.

"I told you this would work. See? Did I not tell you guys? Come on, admit it. Who was right? Huh? Who was—"

"We get it." Dina muttered, rubbing her forehead as she stared up in annoyance at the older speedster. "You're idea worked. Happy?"

"Very." Barry answered. A smug grin plastered across his face as he put his feet up on the table. "I knew this was a great idea."

"They haven't talked much though." Dinah mused aloud, leaning back in her chair.

"Kid's interact by playing first, talking later." Barry continued, sounding very knowledgeable on this subject. "Trust me, I know kids almost as much as I know women."

The two females in the room flashed him incredulous looks.

"Children are most confusing." Red Tornado murmured, the metallic voice echoing through the cafeteria.

"Not as much as teenagers." Ollie muttered, a ginger haired teen with an attitude problem flickering through his head. "Dealing with Roy is ten times worse."

"Unlike you, I've got Wally totally under control—"

A black blur shot through the cafeteria. The adults blinked as Elliot waved to them as she shot by on her skateboard, a grin on her face as she disappeared out the other door.

A blur of ginger shot by them soon after, kicking up a cloud of dust as he whizzed on by.

...

"Control, huh?"

"Okay... Okay, you got me." Elliot panted, flopping down on the carpet floor. "I'm done for."

"Same." Dick murmured, flopping down onto Elliot (to which the girl cringed) with a sigh. "I'm pooped."

"Haha, I'm not!" Wally declared cheerfully, standing proudly.

...

...

Slam.

"Okay, maybe I am."

The children were quiet for a moment before giggles escaped their lips. Giggles became full out laughter as they rolled about, clutching their stomachs. Once the laughing fit had subsided, pleasant smiles on their faces, Elliot looked towards Wally curiously.

"So you're Barry's nephew?"

"Yup." Wally answered, nodding his head. "And I'm fast, just like him!"

"I can see that." Elliot muttered, grinning slightly.

"How old are you?" Dick questioned, resting his head against Elliot's shoulder. "I'm nine!"

"Twelve." Wally answered proudly, while a pout touched Elliot's lips.

"Not cool, dude. I'm only ten."

Wally grinned at that, a small boost to his quickly growing pride, despite the fact that it was just age. "Being twelve's pretty great, nothing like being ten or nine."

Elliot looked at him in disbelief. "You're only two year's older!"

"But I'm in my double digits!"

"So am I!"

"I want to be twelve..." Dick murmured wistfully, and Elliot blinked, eyeing her friend for a moment in thought.

"If being twelve makes you like that—I think you should stay nine, Dick."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing."

Wally pouted while Elliot whistled, a grin twisting her lips as Dick laughed, eyes shining.

"What's you're favorite food?" Dick questioned and Wally grinned.

"Everything!"

There was a loud rumble and the ginger blushed. "Speaking of food...you got any?"

Elliot's brow furrowed in thought, sitting up the girl let out a yawn and helped pull Dick up. "We'll take you to the cafeteria—c'mon."

Wally tailed behind the two, watching curiously as Dick talked animatedly with Elliot, a huge grin on his face and a warm smile on Elliot's. Something in him tightened and he paused, frowning.

Was that what it was like to have friends?

No matter how many times his uncle had told him to not let it be a bother, the idea of children never really getting along with him that well had always been a small problem in his life. Bullying was never to far out of the question, and there were times it would've been nice to have someone else like him.

"Hey, you all right?" Wally blinked, meeting wide gold eyes staring up at him curiously. Wally took a step back in surprise and Elliot flashed him a grin. "Let's go get you something to eat—it's not polite to keep friends waiting!"

Wally nearly tripped over himself at the term, and the twelve-year-old looked to the girl in awe, hope swirling in his chest. "Friends?"

"Yeah!" Elliot paused, turning her head to stare at Wally with wide eyes. "You're not that smart are you?"

"Am too!"

"Uhuh, whatever."

"I am! Seriously!"

"I think I'm smart!"

"Dick, you're too smart."

"And then Uncle Barry was like—wham! And then—whoosh—and all the bad guys were gone." Wally explained proudly, stuffing a handful of fries into his mouth, chewing rapidly. "He's pretty cool."

"Oh yeah?" Elliot glanced up from her cheeseburger, a grin on her lips. "Bruce takes down bad guys everyday."

"So does Uncle Barry!"

"Without super powers."

Wally faltered, quickly racking his mind for something to say in defense of his uncle. Elliot grinned, swiping a fry from his tray and popping it into her mouth. Dick slurped on his milkshake, watching the two curiously.

"Does anyone have a camera?" Barry eyed the table of children with adoring eyes, a wide grin on his lips as he contemplated whether or not to sneak up or go in strong. "Please, someone give me a camera."

"I admit, they sure are having fun." Dinah smiled, resting her cheek on her palm as she smiled at the kids. "Maybe we should bring Roy over sometime..."

"Maybe..." Ollie rubbed the back of his head, the thought of the now rebellious teenager with a couple of innocent kids made him just a bit worried. "You know how it is—middle schooler's are pretty busy these days..."

"So when are you turning eleven?" Wally questioned, swallowing a mouthful of his third burger.

"In—" Elliot paused, her brows furrowing in thought. Wally blinked patiently while the adults nearby paused, looking over curiously at the sudden pause.

"You know," Elliot blinked, looking faintly surprised. "I dunno."

"You don't know when your own birthday is?" Wally's jaw dropped and Elliot cringed, the boy still had some chewing to do. "That's—that's—"

"Unthinkable." Dick said solemnly, looking to the girl in amazement. "Why don't you know?"

Elliot shrugged, looking sheepish. "Back home, my dad or mom would just tell me one day happy birthday. I caught on later that it meant it had actually passed."

The adults that were nearby froze, thoughts coming to mind about the kind of life the girl lived before Bruce decided to take her in. Things began to click and the group felt sick, acknowledging that there were far too cruel people in this world.

Elliot grinned. "So I'm not to sure when it is—but it doesn't really matter does it?"

"Of course it does!" Wally sat up, slamming his palms flat against the table. "You need a birthday—right now!"

"Right now?"

"Right now!"

"I wanna pick!" Dick stuck his hand up in the air.

"It has to have meaning...and be on a Friday!"

"But Wally, it can't always be on a Friday."

"You're right," The younger speedster rubbed his chin in thought. "Dick, what's today?"

"The thirteenth!"

"Of?"

"Guys, we really don't—"

"July!"

"And what day of the week?"

"Guys—"

"Friday!"

Wally and Dick grew silent for a moment before rounding on the unruly haired girl. "Elliot!"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Happy Birthday!" The two chorused, and the girl paused, stilling in realization while the other two grinned proudly.

Slowly, cautiously, the adults nearby held their breath, unsure of what to make of the sudden turn of events. Wally and Dick looked excited by the idea, undeterred and proud as they puffed their chests out. Elliot blinked, opening her mouth and closing it, repeating the action once more, until she awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck, glancing to the side as a low blush began to crawl over her cheeks and turn it a flush pink. "Um...thanks."

A gentle throb began in her chest, pounding and fluttering as she smiled, her eyes bright and she beamed at the two of them. "Thank you."

Dick beamed proudly, and Wally's cheeks flushed slighted, the ginger haired boy stuttering for a moment before he laugh loudly. "Of course! That only means we have to hold a celebration now, what should we do Dick?"

"Presents!"

"Yeah—and food! Lots of food!"

Elliot simply grinned, a blissful, happy look on her face as she settled back onto the chair, not a care in the world as she began to chant the date in her head, vowing never to forget it so long as she lived.

"Do you know her real birthday, master?" Bruce Wayne paused, shuffling through files as Alfred stood beside him dutifully.

The superhero billionaire paused in his work, looking thoughtful as he set down his papers. "They weren't too far off."

"Then the real date, if I may inquire?"

"December 13th," Bruce looked thoughtful, glancing at the calendar to this new birthday they'd suddenly proposed for his somewhat adopted daughter. "Though I don't think she'd mind, do you?"

Alfred smiled, settling back as he bowed his head slightly.

"Not at all."

Thank you all for reading! I really, really do apologize for the long absence, and for those of you still reading this out there, thank you for your continued support. :)

I do intend on making this into an actual story though, one taking place present time in the YJ series, but first, I kind off what to make a few little stories on background and history between the kids before I go somewhere with it.

Thanks for reading!

Marshmellow-

-OUT!