A/N: I'm back! Took me a while, since my dad decided to go on a last minute 'vacation' to Central Virginia. No offence to anyone who lives there, but the phone signals and internet connection sucks. But it was cool. Got to water ski. So yeah. On with the story. Thanks to everyone who's read, fallowed and favorited.

And a big thank you to Warhawk'42 for reviewing. Thanks! And yeah, I'm also pretty sure Wally never had a kid named Bart, since he's Barry's grandson, while Wally is his nephew. I'm just changing a couple(Actually a lot) of things. Thanks again for reviewing!

Disclaimer: Guess who owns Young Justice? Not me.

Ch. 6.

Wally

"Bart, come on. You're going to see grandma again in two days." I reason with the small child hanging on my mom.

"But Wally! We can't leave grandma alone in the house? What if she gets kidnapped-or worse- gets attacked by bats?"

I get this internal image of Bruce Wayne dressed as a bat and breaking into my 26 year old mothers house and attacking her. I snort. Sure. I'd pay to see that.

Iris hugs Bart and manages to unwrap herself from his grasp. "I'll be fine, sweetie. Bats only come out at night. Barry and the twins will be back way before that." She smiles reassuringly at him. "When you go home, I'm sure Wally would love to play in the snow with you."

We both whirl around to see snow. It was just beginning to fall, but I could tell a lot was on the way.

Iris grins and pats me on the shoulder. "Oblivious as ever, I see. You're rubbing off on Bart."

I wrinkle my nose at her teasingly and pick up Bart. "Come on, kiddo. We need to get home before the snow gets too high, and the roads become too slippery. What would we do then?"

"We could run!" He announces.

I smile, grateful that he could finally pronounce his R's correctly. It had taken him about three months to fix it. I ruffle his hair. "Sure we could. But what would happen to the car? Wouldn't want a bat to steal it."

Bart's eyes widen commercially. Then he narrows his eyebrows together and shakes his head. "That's silly!" He protests.

I laugh. "Lets go. Say bye to grandma." He leans over from my grip on him and hugs her tightly. "Bye grandma. I love you."

She hugs him back. "Me too, Bart.

I also hug her. When I pull away, I look at her mock seriously. "Now mom, if any bats attack you-"

"Bye, Wally." She pushes me out the door, chucking. "Bye Bart."

"Bye." Came the chorused reply.

We walk to the car, footsteps crunching on the glaze of snow that had already fallen. I open the door and put Bart in his seat, buckling him up. I think back to the first time I had done this, three months ago. September. It was now November. I shake my head and smile slightly. Shutting the door I sit in the drivers seat and start the engine, looking at Bart from time to time through the rear view mirror, watching him stare at the snow flying by in awed wonder.

"Come on. Up you go!" I sling Bart over my shoulder and slam the car door.

Bart shrieks with laughter. "Daddy! Put me down! I wanna feel the snow!" He kicks his legs in weak protest.

"Uh-uh. You have crocs on. I can't have you getting sick on me."

Bart had insisted on wearing them today, saying he 'wouldn't get to wear them for a whole "year" '.

We walk inside the house, with me plopping Bart on the couch and sprinting up the stairs to get him some warmer clothes. When I get down, I toss the keys on the counter and walk over to where Bart's sitting.

"Lift your arms." I instruct. He obeys and I pull off one stained shirt and put on a blue on, and slipping on a red sweatshirt with brown stripes on, and then helping him put on his blue 'fuzzy pants' as he calls him. I then hand him a pair of yellow socks and tell him to put them on.

I then reach for my phone, but I don't find it. I must have dropped it outside. I know I had it when we got out of the car. I groan loudly.

"Hey Bart! I'm going to go outside for a bit, okay? Stay here."

He nods and I jog outside, shutting the door behind me. I quickly arrive at the car, and begin kicking at the snow. I give an over-exaggerated sigh and swing my head up to glare at the sky. The snow would not frikin stop. A handful of snowflakes attack my eyes and I squint them. However, because my vision was destroyed for a moment I hit the car. I swore, and resorted to squatting down and digging with my hands.

"Come on, come on."

I brush against something and jerk it out triumphantly, only to see it was a rock. I sigh and continue working. My hands are freaking icicles. I think grumpily. I finally give up and walk to the porch, only to see the phone laying on the wooden planks. I sigh tiredly and pick it up, pocketing it. I walk to the door, only to find it locked. I hiss in annoyance. I must have locked it before. Thank God for Bart. I knock on the door, expecting him to come running and open it, but nobody comes. I frown and walk down the porch steps and stand in front of the window. Bart was there, face plastered on the window. I point to the door and look back at him, but he just shakes his head. I feel my nose wrinkle and mouth open the door. Again he shakes his head. Exasperated, I turn around for a moment.

"For the love of-" I take a deep breath and exhale.

I turn around.

"Bart. Open the door." I yell.

The kid looked like he was going crazy, and I had no idea why. My teeth chattered and I lifted my heels up and down to keep warm. The kid turned around and hid his face. I squeeze my hands into fists and I stoop back, and scoop some snow and form it into a ball. I throw in at the window. Bart spins around and I motion to the door.

Poor Bart looked like he was going to cry but he still refused.

I was getting more worried by the minute. Why wouldn't he open the door?

I make a loud whimpering noise and began hopping up and down. It was freezing. Then I remembered. The spare key! I sprint to the side of the steps and pull a stone out and reach in expectantly. Nothing. I remember I had given the key to M'gann when she had baby sited Bart. I hit my forehead with my knees. I then stand up and pick up a thin stick. I walk to the door and began trying to pick the lock.

1 1/2 hours later...

I was just about ready to call Dick over to pick the lock when I hear a car sliding into my drive way and look up from my lock picking to see M'gann walking towards me. Speak of the devil.

"Wally! I'm so sorry I forgot! Here's your spare key..." She trailes off, looking at me, red faced, blue handed and all.

"You locked yourself out."

It was a statement.

I look at her. "Yes. Yes I did." I snap. "And for some Godforsaken reason, Bart refuses to open the door."

She raises an eyebrow and hands me the key. I accept it gratefully, and also grudgingly and unlock the door. I stomp it. "BAR-"

I was stopped by a tearful kid running over to me and crying, "I'm sorry daddy! I'm sorry."

I simmered down. "What? Did you forget how to use the lock?"

"No." He looks at M'gann and smiles slightly. "When I was gonna open the door for her, you told me to never open the door for anyone, even you."

I slowly think back to when I said that and flush red. "Well, next time I'm gonna freeze to death, you can open the door for me. But only me. Okay Bart?"

He nods. "Okay."

M'gann looks at us. Then at the car. And then sprints out of the house. Bart and I poke out heads out, to see what happened. M'gann was picking a horrified looking Gerald-no-Gar and apologizing loudly to him.

Ha. Perfect M'gann forgot about her kid stuck in a car.

She walks over and sets him down, and when she looks back down, Bart and Gar were gone.

I sigh. "They're probably upstairs in Bart's room."

She nods and was about to walk up when they both walk out of the kitchen. They were both holding hot chocolate mixes.

"Daddy, can we make hot coca?"

"Can we mommy?" Gar begged.

They gave us both puppy eyes. I look at M'gann. "Well..."

"Great!" They exclaimed and ran back into the kitchen. Moments later, a crash was heard. M'gann quickly walks to the kitchen.

"Nothing's broken!" She hollers.

"That's good." I mutter, walking into the kitchen.

About 15 minutes later, we were drinking hot coca and cleaning the chocolate from the kids mouths.

"Can we play outside?"

I nod absently, and when I look, they were gone.

We walk out and see them both trying to put their jackets back on. I smile and help Bart while M'gann helps Gar.

Bart tugs on my jacket sleeve. "Daddy! Play with us." I nod reluctantly, and soon there was a three against one snowball fight. I get a team all to myself, lucky me. I grumble, getting pelted from all side from Bart, Gar and M'gann's snowballs.

We all soon brake up in laughter.

"Okay, Gar, say bye, we need to go meet daddy, okay?" M'gann tells her son.

He, in turn hollers 'Bye' at us with a huge smile and turns to go.

M'gann shakes her head and laughs. "Bye Wally, Bye Bart."

"Bye M'gann." Says Bart

I nod. "Say hi to Conner for me."

She nods and walks to her car. With one last wave, she pulls out of the driveway and dissapears.

I look to Bart. "That was fun."

He nods and runs to the door. "Uhh... Daddy? The doors locked..." He trails off.

I smile triumphantly and pull out a key. "This time, I'm ready."

I open the door and we walk inside.

No need to call Dick over to pick locks this time.

A/N: Well, that was chapter 6. I wrote this in one day, because I felt bad for making you guys wait so long. Oh, and happy (late) 4th of July!

Thanks to everyone who's read this! Please tell me what you think!

~FanAdd