"Grayson, get the door!" Bab's yelled. Her arms full of a screaming baby Damien. "I have some things to finish up!"

Dick trotted past her, although he still wasn't too thrilled of the thought of watching a bunch of little kids. "I still can't believe I let you talk me into this…" He mumbled, unlocking the front door of the mansion and opening it. A little girl flew past him, practically knocking him on his butt.

"Are you going to be good, Steph?" The mother asked, kneeling down to the little girls' height.

Steph nodded happily, walking up to Bab's and standing on her tip toes, trying to get a look at the baby. Damien pouted, spitting his pacifier at her. In what hardly qualified at an instant, the piggy tailed bundle was on the floor in tears, yelling something about Damien, a wooden spoon, and after the big kids went to bed. It was probably best to keep her away from the baby at night…

The two teens barely had time to get the blonde under control when another women came to the door, followed by two little boys; practically throwing them at the two babysitters.

"Hey, Bab's!" Dick yelled across the kitchen, "Do they… I don't know… come with instructions or something?"

"Yeah," She yelled back sarcastically. "Extra batteries and a DVD tutorial too. Isn't there any canned food in this house?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you're asking in regards to my first response, I was being sarcastic. Children do not come with instruction manuals."

"I mean, what do you mean there's no food?"

Barbra put little Damien in a high chair, opening a few of the cabinets. "There's no canned food," She said. "I mean… I can cook a little bit, but we don't really have time to make these kids a whole turkey…"

"Make up the baby formula or something."

Bab's glared, "Better yet, how about you run to the store and buy food…"

"Why can't you?"

"Fine," She shrugged, "Then you can change Damien's diaper, he smells."

Dick rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically.

"Fine…" He groaned, "Just try and have the kids settled by the time I get back." As he turned to open the front door, he felt a small hand grab a hold of his own. He looked down to discover it was connected to jet-black haired toddler grinning at him from ear to ear.

"I wants to go too!" He yelled.

"You mean that you want to, Tim." Barbra corrected, smiling and giving Dick a small wink. He froze slightly, not looking too pleased with the situation that he was falling into.

"I wanna go too!" Steph cried, running up to the boys and grabbing Tim's hand. "Pwetty pwease?" She pouted, a chubby pink lower lip looking up at Dick. "I'll be good."

The expression that he gave to Barbra read something along the lines of Help!

"You can handle bringing two toddlers to the supermarket," She said. "Right?"

Another sigh crossed his lips, "I guess…" He groaned.

"I swear, you pout more than the kids…"

"What do you plan on doing when we're gone?" Dick asked, "You have the baby and the quiet one, which hardly qualifies as a fair share in the job."

Damien tugged at Barbra's sleeve from in his high chair.

"Down!" He yelled. She untied his bib, taking the half-finished bottle of formula and putting it in the refrigerator before taking Damien out of the high chair and setting him on the kitchen floor. He picked up the pacifier that he had spit at Steph minutes before, putting it back in his mouth.

"Taking care of a baby isn't as easy as it looks, Grayson… Besides, it's not like I'm asking for much. All I need you to do is run to the store and buy food."

"With two kids. And what about money? We got cut off."

"Use the emergency credit card. Bruce won't mind. It is sort of an emergency."

Dick rolled his eyes, picking Tim and Steph up under his armpits, their bodies squirming uncomfortably beneath him.

"I wanna ride in the cart seat!" Steph yelled, wiggling out of Dick's arm and taking hold of his hand as Tim struggled to free himself.

"No!" He yelled, "I wanna ride in the cart seat!"

"I called it first, so I get it!"

Dick sighed, wondering if he and Bab's sounded like this when they were young.

"Then I wanna ride in the car cart!" Tim yelled, referring to the grocery cart with the pint-sized plastic car in the front.

"The car is build for two kids…" Dick groaned, "You can both ride in that…"

"I wanna ride in it myself!" Tim wined, finally breaking from Dick's grip; he dropped to the floor cross-legged, crossing his arms to his chest and pouting.

"Tim…" Dick sighed, pulling him back up by the wrist. "This behavior needs to stop right now. You're a big boy and your acting like a little baby."

"I'm not a baby." Tim mumbled. Dick dragged him across the sidewalk by the arm. "You're hurting me!"

"Tough luck…"

"I'm telling my mommy!"

"If I'm hurting you, then maybe you could consider standing up…"

Tim grunted, pulling himself onto his feet and pouting as he walked beside Dick and Steph. His little hand wrapped around his finger. Dick let out a small smirk; they were actually sort of cute when they were acting normal…

I'm considering adding more little ones… So if you have anyone who you'd really like me to put in the story, then tell me in a review. Once again: I don't know for sure if I'll be adding anymore.