Okay, I looooooved writing these so much, that I couldn't wait for another chapter.

Bruce and Oliver.

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Friends: Bail you out of jail.

Best Friends: Are sitting next to you in the cell saying, "That was AWESOME!"

Bruce buried his face in his hands. How on Earth had Oliver roped him into this? Oh, well, it would help keep up the pretense of 'stupid, half-washed, lady-killer billionaire'. But, in all honesty, how could he have been roped into this?

Beside him, the shirtless, drunken archer exclaimed, "Dude! That was frickin' awesome!"

Bruce moaned as he rubbed his temples. I am going to kill Queen...

Meanwhile, the guards were getting a few pretty good photographs and quotes.

Friends: Know only a few things about you.

Best Friends: Could write a VERY embarrassing biography on your life.

"Hey, Bruce, remember when you were twenty-six, and you got drunk at Susana's and then, you jumped from the-"

"Queen."

"Sorry... Hey, remember that other time when we were in Prague and Roy and Dick had run off, so you took that pole and found a worm and-"

"Queen."

"Sorry, sorry... Hey! Remember that time-"

"I will kill you, Oliver."

"..."

Friends: Call your parents 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.' and your grandparents the same.

Best Friends: Call your parents 'Mom' and 'Dad' and your grandparents 'Grams' and 'Gramps'.

The old butler set the tea set down gently in front of the two billionaires as they discussed their merger and stocks. Bruce looked up and smiled gently. "Thanks, Alfred."

Oliver nodded as he sunk his teeth into the pastries. Alfred bowed his head and responded, "You are welcome, Master Bruce."

Oliver grinned, sugar in his teeth, and said, "Thanks, Gramps!"

Alfred smiled as he left. "You are welcome, Ollie."

Bruce cocked an eyebrow.

Friends: Need to be told not to tell.

Best Friends: Know not to tell.

Oliver hissed as Bruce poured cleansing alcohol on his bullet wound. The blonde grit his teeth and arched his head back as Bruce used tweezers to pull out the bullet. Bruce saw this and swallowed before letting Oliver take his free hand. "Da**... Dinah's gonna kill me..."

Once the bullet was out of his side, Oliver sat up, panting, and let Bruce dress his wounds with gauze. "You're an idiot, Queen."

Nothing else was said as Bruce gave his teammate some painkillers and antibiotics.

Nothing needed to be said.

As Oliver was about to fall asleep on the medical bed in the Cave, his brown eyes caught Bruce's navy. The latter nodded, a silent communication made, and Oliver smirked as he fell asleep.

Friends: Take away your drink when you've had enough.

Best Friends: Tell you, "Hey! Drink that up- you know we don't waste!"

They were at Oliver's bachelor party. And, Bruce had finally let off his chain a bit. Sadly, that was all that Barry and Oliver had needed to get him thoroughly and completely drunk.

Now, Bruce was stumbling all over Oliver's penthouse, an eerie 'Joker-like' smile on his face. He giggled, to everyone's surprise, and hiccuped, before looking down at his drink. Some part of him screamed to put it down-

But Oliver, even more drunk than his fellow billionaire, threw an arm around Bruce's neck and shouted, "Drink that up, B-Batsie!" Hiccup! "You know we... we don't waste!"

Off to the side, Barry, who was upset that he couldn't get drunk, was propping his head up on the counter. John leaned in next to him. "Shouldn't we take away their beers?"

Barry cast a jealous glance over at the two, then grunted, "Naw. They'll still have hangovers in the morning."

Friend: Says 'hi' to you in Wal-Mart.

Best Friend: Jumps you from another isle with a Nerf sword.

Bruce mentally groaned as he looked at the diapers. There were so many different kinds! At least he wasn't buying... products... for Diana and Cassandra again... He shivered. That had been truly terrifying.

Athena blew raspberries and kicked her daddy's back from her 'baby-containment-jacket', as Bruce called it. Dick looked over the diapers as Tim crawled his way up the teen's shoulders. The four-year-old tugged on Dick's hair, squealing in a way that made Bruce smile.

Finally, Dick simply threw two packages into the basket. "Let's g-"

"RAUGH!"

Before Bruce could figure out what was going on, he was standing above an unconscious body, his fists at the ready. Athena squeaked and clapped her hands as Bruce chuckled. There, on the floor, was Oliver Queen, a styrafoam sword in his hands.

From around the corner came two voices. "Ollie?" and "Dab-Dab!"

Bruce swore under his breath, and Athena shouted, "Shi'd!"

Bruce repeated the word.

Dick burst out laughing when Artemis rounded the corner, baby Lian in her arms. She cocked an eyebrow when she saw Oliver, then, looking back up, she simply remarked, "Can I get a ride home?"

Friend: Tells you to stop fighting.

Best Friend: Has your back when you're taking down those jackwads!

It started when the guy looked at Artemis. Dick and Roy had shot him a look, and he turned away.

Then, after the movie, when Bruce and Oliver were coming to meet them for pizza, the dude pinched her butt.

Before Roy or Dick could react, Bruce was already holding the dude's arms to his sides while Oliver beat his face black and blue.

When the sirens started, Roy picked Dick up and threw him over his shoulder before grabbing Artemis's arm and running away, screaming like a mad-man just for the fun of it, shrieking backward, "THUGS! THUGS! THUUUUUGS!"

Hal paid bail for Bruce and Oliver later that night, and Roy was 'grounded' for a month. ("I don't CARE if you're twenty-one! You're still GROUNDED!")

Friends: Tell you to go easy on the kid.

Best Friends: Are rooting you on as you spank them.

"OUCH! Bruce! I'm almost sixteen! Why are you- OUCH!"

"Yeaaaaaah, Bruce! Twenty-two more! Wooo hooo!"

Athena and Lian sat back, giggling and blowing raspberries as they watched Bruce, Dick laying over his knee, reapeatedly whack the teen's butt with a wooden spoon. Alfred entered the room, saw the scene, and sighed, shaking his head, before leaving.

Friend: Will watch what's on TV.

Best Friend: Will wrestle your kid for the remote.

"AUUUUUGH! ABUSE! ABUSE!"

"Shut up, Harper!"

Friend: Will drop it when you say you're fine.

Best Friend: Will look you straight in the eye and say, "Nice try. Now what's REALLY wrong?"

Oliver wiped away his tears as Bruce came back over, still in suit from their last mission, but with his cowl down. He had two glasses of water, one of which he handed to the archer. When he saw the tear-track stains, Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"Queen?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"I'm not much one for talking, but what's wrong?"

Oliver shook his head as he sipped his water- Bruce could see his hand shaking. "I'm fine."

Rolling his eyes, the other man sat down across from Oliver and leaned over. "Nice try, Queen."

There was a long silence, then- "Dinah had a miscarriage..."

Bruce felt his heart fall. "Q- Oliver... I- I'm sorry..."

Oliver shrugged, and Bruce snorted, shaking his head. "You don't have to be strong, Oliver. You- you lost... Just cry, already."

And Oliver did. Despite himself, Bruce had a hand on the man's back through the rest of the night as he wept.

Friend: Has never seen you cry.

Best Friend: Won't tell anyone that they've seen you cry... more than once.

Eight years earlier...

Bruce let the downpour come over his neck and face. It felt like salt in a fresh wound, but it really was. The graves in front of him were his anchors to the Earth. He knew nothing... Felt nothing... He was nothing. He may have been Batman, he may have Alfred, but he no longer had himself. He was gone, lost, forever...

The tears came hard, and the tears came fast.

Then, a warm, thick something- later to be known a a jacket- was laid over his shoulders. Bruce jumped and turned to look over at-

"O-Oliver?"

The blonde smirked lightly and nodded.

"Did you follow me out here?"

Again, he nodded. After a few long moments of silence, Oliver spoke- but not to Bruce.

"Martha, Thomas, thank you for raising Bruce right... He's a great hero, but an even better man. Thank you for my best friend."

Bruce felt the tears come on again- but he wouldn't cry. Not in front of Queen.

"Let's get you home," Oliver said as he helped Bruce up. He didn't comment when the man- weeping man- leaned against him the whole way back to the Manor.

Yeah, so, I actually came up with the 'Tells you to go easy on the kid vs. roots you on when you're spanking them'. You all can use it, if you want to, but credit me, please. :D

Anyways...

Which heroes should be in the next chapter?

1) Clark + Bruce

2) Dinah + Bruce

3) Hal + Bruce