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Recap: I turn my head and my eye catches the date on the calendar. Monday. I had to go to work. I looked to where Wally was playing. Crap.

Then I had a brilliant idea. I grab my phone and find the 'M' contacts. I press call and she answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey, M'gann? It's Wally. I have a favor to ask...

Wally

"Sure Wally, anything."

"CanyoubabysitmynewtwoyearoldsonBartholomewbecauseIreallyhavetogotoworkand-"

"Whoa! Wally, slow down. The only person who can understand that is Dick, and from what I've heard, he won't be here for a while. And sure. Who do I need to babysit?"

I blink. "I thought you just said you couldn't understand me?"

"I couldn't. I just kinda assumed..."

And here you go with your telepathic powers again.

"Wally, I can't read minds."

Oh really?

"I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Yeah."

I could just see her smile. "Thank you so much!-"

"Before you go on into another rant," She interrupted. "Can I at least know who I'm babysitting?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Sorry. My two year old son Bartholomew." Bartholomew looked up at the mention of his name and I send him a smile.

"Son? Okay, your-Wait, What what? Your who? Slow down. When did this happen?"

I groan. "Yesterday, some time after lunch. I think 1:47. It's a long story. Don't ask."

"I wasn't gonna. I be there in 30, okay?"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"No problem. I'm self employed, remember? I have to do something to keep me busy. Might as well be babysitting a two year old kid." She hangs up and I smile in relief. Thank God for M'gann. She was so understanding. If I had asked Roy on the other hand...

"Hey, um, Barthol- Bart, I have to go to work in an hour so a friends going to babysit you, okay?"

He nods.

"So, Bart, I need you to behave for M'gann, okay?"

He nods again. "I like my new nickname." He adds.

I smile. "I like it to. Its short and easy to say." Saying Bartholomew all the time was becoming a serious hassle.

I run up the stairs to my room and throw on a pair of jeans and a T shirt, grabbing my lab coat in the process. I was just finishing clipping my ID card to the pocket when the door bell rings. I run out of the room, slide down the railing and zip to the front door just as Bart was about to answer it. "Bart! Never, ever open the door. To anyone. At all."

He nods and I open the door, reveling M'gann in dark blue jeans and a red shirt. "Hey guys!" She says brightly. Then she sees Bart. At least I think so, because she most definitely wasn't drooling over me. She squats down. "And you must be Bartholomew-"

"It's Bart now." Me and Bart say at the same time.

She raises an eyebrow. "Hey Bart, I'm M'gann." Instead of being the bright, straight forward kid I've gotten used to, he just blushes and hides behind my leg, peaking out with one eye and then quickly burying his head in my leg again. I grin. "Awww...Someone has their first crush..."

M'gann hits my arm. "Wally! Don't tease him!"

"But-"

"Do I need to remind you who your first crush was?"

"Ha-no. Please don't."

She smiles and walks past me. "Why is the air conditioning on? It's like 65 degrees outside." She walks up to the heater and turns it on. "That's better, and Wally, if you don't leave now, you're going to be late."

My eyes widen and I rush out the door, leaving a laughing M'gann and a confused Bart behind.

"Hey Wally, How you doing?"

"Hows your day going, Wally?"

"You doin' okay, Wally?"

I was bombarded with questions as I made my way to my office. "I'm fine, guys, thanks for asking." But on the inside, I was anything but okay. Artemis was gone. Nothing could change that, but my heart refused to accept that. I plop into my chair and log in to my computer, sipping my non-caffeinated tea while waiting. The screen opened up and I begin to fill out my lab report on the substances found on the murder weapon from a homicide.

"Wally." I look up and see my boss, Diana Price walking towards me, a grim expression on her face.

Oh gosh, even my boss thinks I need to take a longer time off? Ugh. I take a sip of my mint tea.

"I received a message from the Children's Literal and Health Needs-"

The tea spews from my mouth to the desk in front of me. I quickly wipe my mouth with my sleeve and look up at her. "Say again?"

She sighs, a slight grin on her face, and shakes her head. "I got a message that you now have a child, and as I went through your records, and you don't make enough money to supply yourself, pay for the house and support a child. Now there are government programs that can supply you with loans, until-"

blah, blah, blah. Now you're going through my records too? I know you're a family friend but that doesn't mean you can just, ugh. You don't do that!"

"You got that Wally?"

"Huh? I'm sorry, what?"

She sighs. "I was saying that I could give you a pay raise. You'd have to work an extra... two hours? Yeah. Two, so you can still have time to raise him. I know how difficult it can be." She smiles encouragingly.

A raise? Thank you! Feel free to go through my police record too! Actually-Don't. I look up at her again. "Yeah, Cassie can be a handful." When I was younger, Diana would pay me to babysit her daughter, Cassandra. She was a little demon. It had taken a whole lot of bribing on her part, but I eventually baby-sited Cassie.

My boss chuckles slightly. "Yeah, Cassie... She's a very headstrong girl."

Headstrong. If that's how you wanna phrase it.

"Anyway, thank you so much for the raise-"

She puts up her hand. "Not a problem Wally, it's the least I could do. And Barry would murder me if he found out that I 'made' you to come to work so soon after Artemis... passed. So, if he comes to me, I'll have something to back me." She jokes. "You have told him, right?"

My eyes widen. Wow, Wally. Forget to to tell the person who raised you that you suddenly have a kid. Way to go. "Uhhh... Well..." I rub the back of my neck.

Diana sighs. "You forgot, didn't you. I don't know why I even bothered asking you that question. Of course you forgot. You and Barry are so similar when it comes to that. And eating." She wrinkles her nose at the though of me and my dad's eating habits.

"Yeah..."

"Wally you really need to tell him. And about the government loans-"

"Diana, I appreciate it really, but I really don't want to be any more dependent on government than I already am. And I really don't need more loans to pay off."

She puts her hands up in surrender. "Okay, Wally, but... If you reconsider, you know where my office is." With that she walks off, leaving me alone to my work.

I take a couple white napkins and wipe up the spilled tea. I then ball them up and toss them into the plastic garbage can across the room. Leaning back into the chair, I pinch the bridge of my nose, and I can't help but wonder how Bart and M'gann were faring.

3rd Person

"Bart! NO!" Came the distressed cry. M'gann dove, trying to catch the hyper-active child who was running around the house with a bottle of opened glue. The sticky white Elmer's glue was everywhere. Bart narrowly dodged her, laughing.

"Come on! Catch me!" He giggled, looking back at her. This cost him, as he couldn't see in front of him, and tripped over the Legos he had been playing with earlier. "Oof."

M'gann took the opportunity and grabbed him, pulling the glue out of his grasp. "Bart!" She wailed. "Look at what you've done! Wally trusted me to watch you, and that also meant I need to keep the house clean to!" She sets him into the play pen that she had set up earlier. She had had a feeling she'd need it later. Sighing she wets a paper towel and begins to scrub.

"M'gann! Can we make cookies?" Came the plea from the light blue netted pen.

She pushes herself off the white tiled floor, admiring her work.

"M'gaaaaaaaaan!"

"Yes, Bart?"

"Can we make cookies? I wanna make some for Wally."

She smiles slightly, forgiving him for the past incident. "Sure, we can make some cookies for Wally. What kind?"

"Chocolate chip!" Came the happy reply.

She walks up to the play pen and takes him out. "Okay, lets go."

She washes her hands and lifts Bart so he can wash hands. He didn't use soap.

"Bart..."

"But M'gann!"

"If you don't use soap, we're not making cookies."

Grudgingly he squirts the lavender scented soap onto his hands and begins to lather in, and then washes it off.

"Good job Bart!"

"Can we make the cookies now?"

She laughs. "Sure." She walks to the the fridge and takes out the eggs and goes to look for the other ingredients.

"Got them. Here, Bart, pour this in. Good. Now this. And this, and this." After Bart put everything in and helped M'gann stir, she put them in the cookie sheet and slid it in the oven, closing it.

Bart ran to the oven, trying to see through it. "When awe they gonna be done?"

M'gann smiled. Just like Wally, impatient as ever."In about 20 minutes. How about we go on the couch and I'll read you a story."

"Okay!" Bart agreed.

"Great! Go pick one out, I'll be on the couch." She watched as he ran off, smiling slightly.

"...And they saved Clifford and took him home. The end." M'gann finished the Clifford's puppy day's story Bart had picked and set it aside just as the the alarm rang.

"Come on M'gann! The cookies are ready. Lets go."

She gets off and follows the running figure.

"Open it M'gann! Befowe they die fwom buwns!" He stares at her intensely.

She chuckles. "Okay Bart. Let's save their lives." She takes the oven mitt and takes them out and turns off the oven. "We need to let them cool down, okay Bart?"

He nods and goes off to play with his toys.

"Okay Bart! They're cool enough! Come on down." She hears the thump,thump, thump of the two year old running down the stairs. She brushes her red bangs out of eyes and waits patiently for Bart to get to the kitchen.

"Okay M'gann, I'm hewe! Can I have a cookie now?"

She laughs. "Of course, you made them."

"Oh? But you made them too." he looks at her in confusion.

"You're right. We made them together."

He smiles in content and takes the cookie M'gann handed him, munching on it happily.

Their peaceful silence was disrupted by a loud bang! On the door. M'gann walked hesitantly to the door and opened the door to see a very pissed off Roy Harper.

"Where is he? Wheres that idiot?"

"Wally?"

"Yes. Is there another idiot we know?"

"Umm..Cookie?" She holds up the tray.

Wally

"Bye Wally."

"Have a good one."

"Take care of yourself, Wally."

"Goodnight Wally."

"Bye guys." I walk out of the office building and jog to my car. I hop in and speed home, not wanting to hold M'gann for any longer then she had to.

I slam the door and run up the steps and swing the door open. And then freeze. Instead of just Bart and M'gann, it was Bart, M'gann and Roy. Oh no. I'm screwed.

"Hey guys." I say nonchalantly.

"Wally! We made you cookies." I look to Roy and saw the weirdest image in my head of him in a white apron and a puffy hat. I shake my head. Yeah... No.

"Thanks buddy."

Roy walks up to me. "So, Wally... Bart, huh?"

My face turns red. "We-Uh..Well, you...See...Artemis-"

Roy raises an eyebrow. "Uhuh? Well Kid Coherent,-"

"Guys." M'gann interrupted. She glared at both of us and motioned to Bart. "You two are going to sit down with Bart and I, and you are going to eat these cookies, and you will smile at each other and get along. At least until Bart goes to bed. Or I leave. Got it?"

Roy looked like he was going to protest, but thought better of it. Reluctantly he walks to the kitchen, Bart scampering close behind him. M'gann pushes me along, and then looks to Bart who was talking to Roy.

"You'we my uncle Roy? That's so cool. Can you weally shoot a bow? Can you show me how..." He kept babbling.

Roy had a slight smile on my face and I sigh. Maybe getting Roy to accept Bart wouldn't be so hard. I join them in the kitchen, laughing freely for the first time in a week.

A/N: Whoo! 3rd chapter! Honestly, the one thing I gained writing these past three chapters is the ability to write Bartholomew flawlessly, without having to spell it out. In my sleep.

Anyway, please review, I wanna know what you guys think! Thanks again!

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