A/N: As I said before, this will mainly be a weekend update system. So sorry for the wait. God. You guys are amazing. I'm playing through Arkham Asylum right now, so that should be coming up eventually along with Monster Rancher, Fallout 3, and Assassin's Creed. And sorry about the bit of RobArt. I want to keeps these mostly no-pairing, but I couldn't resist. I ship Artemis with everyone. Like everyone. My favs are probably RobArt, her with Roy, and Frostbite, but Spitfire is cool too. I love you guys. Thanks for the reviews and alerts and stuff.

BTW, Wally will never, ever do yoga.

WiiFit

"God! Wally you're bringing our score down! Get in balance!" Robin yelled. He was currently in a ridiculous yoga pose. It wasn't that surprising that he was able to keep it without moving and having his center of balance is perfect.

Wally on the other hand was about as graceful as a half-paralyzed penguin with marital problems. The little dot on the screen that represented his center of balance looked like it was suffering from an epileptic attack—again. "I don't think we have a score!" Wally grunted and nearly fell off of the little white plastic thing.

"The girl is going to—"

Is something the matter? Your balance seems to be off. Please try and reset the pose and try again.

"You just got yelled at by an imaginary chick," Rob pointed out.

"It's not my fault these poses are so God awful," he muttered trying to get into the right pose while Rob showed off by bending so his foot touched his head. "Stop being a damn ballerina," he grumbled.

Rob just smirked. "Gymnast. Get it right."

"I hope your back breaks one of those times doing your stupid little gymnast tricks," Wally muttered. He finally got into the right pose.

Now breathe along with the center circle… In…Out…

"How is this supposed to be relaxing?" Wally seethed. His body wasn't supposed to bend this way. No one's body was supposed to bend this way.

Except for Rob's.

It was probably because he was double jointed and had that circus blood in him. Not fair. He just had Irish and stuff…and regular—boring blood in him. What ethnicity was he? Maybe he should ask Uncle—

"Shit!" he swore when he fell off of the stupid white piece of plastic that cost him a good arm and half of his dignity to get—well, to be honest, Robin had actually bought it, not him. The kid was a gold mine and Wally wasn't afraid to admit he was a bit of a gold digger when it came to the endless gold mine that was the boy wonder.

The boy just smirked at the ginger that was on the floor, fuming over his sudden loss. "Fallen and can't get up? You need life alert." There was a line that was drawn in the sand that you don't joke about with Wally. There was an obvious line where you do not joke or make fun of. Some of these issues across the sensitive line are things that should not be touched upon. They bring up horrible memories, issues. It literally hurt Wally to hear these things that are across this line get mentioned.

Robin liked to stay on the painful side of this line.

"I will tear your face off and make you eat it."

"Dude, I bet I taste like beauty and puppies."

"I bet you would taste like cocky-ass bastard."

"Same thing."

Wally got off of the ground and went back to the piece of God awful plastic that was just taunting him on the floor. He didn't want to. He didn't want to go back to the board. He lost the bet, though.

It was either keep his dignity or get the hell out of this place.

He really had to stop making bets with Artemis and Rob.

"We could always go back to those lovely beginners exercises…" Rob smirked, finally getting off the board. He did a quick stretch before picking up the Wiimote that had been tossed on the couch.

"Have I ever told you I wanted to take one of your bendy, little ribs, rip it out of your goddamned chest, and repeatedly stab you with it."

"Nah, haven't heard that one before, KidANGRY."

"Dude, that's Artemis' thing," Wally muttered. He glared down at the board on the ground.

Rob raised an eyebrow, "An Artemis thing?" Rob had to admit with Artemis at his school; he was now hanging with quite a bit more than usual. It wasn't his fault that he just happened to be smart and in some of her classes. Of course, it's not like he hacked the school's computer system or anything to change her classes. No, of course not. That's absurd.

Wally rolled his eyes at the short, midget boy. "Choose the breathing exercise," he ordered. He had to get a control on his rage right now. It was a lot harder because of the bird that just liked showing off was right next to him.

Did you know that birds are either self-centered bastards or smart asses?

At this time, you can step onto the board.

Both the boys stepped onto their boards. At least Wally hadn't fell off doing that task. It was just a breathing task, which meant they weren't going to be moving…maybe that wasn't the best choice for the speedster.

Player 2, it seems that there has been an increase in your weight. Is something wrong?

Rob let out a loud, snort-y laugh. He threw his hands over his mouth, but it didn't really contain his snorts. "Did you gain some weight, KF?"

Wally looked at him flustered. "Unless there's a tumor growing at a vicious rate. No. I have not gained any weight in the past two seconds," he grumbled.

"Don't get moody, now."

The boys continued on with the breathing exercise. Three whole minutes of standing still and just breathing. It was making Wally antsier than ever. When the exercise ended he nearly leapt from the board. He couldn't take much longer than this. Too much yoga…

Rob, however, was just enjoying having a yoga partner. Not many people would do yoga with him because of how good he was and how he tended to show off. He once convinced Bruce to do a yoga class with him once.

Batman. Doing yoga.

It lasted like two seconds before he angsted off—right after he got the yoga teachers number.

"We could try one of the games?" Rob offered, trying to reel the speedster back in.

Wally narrowed his eyes. "Not the running one. The goddamned dog always trips me."
"Skiing?" he asked. Wally narrowed his eyes, but nodded. Rob quickly started the game. They started the game. It was supposed to be a nice and innocent game of skiing. You just lean forward to go faster and just slightly make movement upwards to jump. It was honestly a simple game.

Wally couldn't figure out how to go forward.

"This game is shit. I hate it," he grumbled and released over profanities as he tried to move in the game.

"Dude. It's just a game."

You really shouldn't jump on the—

The board didn't have a chance. In a moment it was across the room in a pile of white crushed plastic. Wally would never have to deal with it again. He was never going to have to do yoga ever again.

The two girls of the team, Artemis and M'gann, walked into the room. They were both dressed in yoga garb, which meant that they were in tight yoga pants and tank tops that barred a nice midriff. In other words, Wally couldn't have seen a more perfect sight.

Artemis smiled when she saw her smaller friend in his yoga garb—she completely ignored the fuming ginger next to him.

"Hey Rob, you said you knew a good yoga teacher right?"

Maybe Wally could give yoga another chance.