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"Bruce?"

Barry wasn't expecting the Dark Knight to be on the line when he answered the phone.

"Your kids are corrupting mines. Stop it."

Barry looked at the phone, not convinced he was having this conversation with Bruce of all people. "Err… corrupting who?" he asked.

"Richard and Tim."

The realization dawned on Barry. Oh so that's what this was about. "Look, Bruce, I can't do anything about this. It isn't my fault two of your Bats fell in love with speedsters." Oh boy. Barry could feel the glare that Bruce was projecting at him, even though he was miles away.

"Bruce, you're going to come to terms with the fact that we're gonna become in-laws one day. The sooner you do that, the better."

The phone was strangely silent. Barry paused what he was saying to stare at the phone. What if Bruce hadn't considered the whole "in-laws" thing before hand? Barry's eyes went wide. Wally and Bart were over at a sleepover!

"Bruce!" Barry said in a panic. "Bruce, listen to me. I need them back in one piece, ALIVE AND WELL. Bruce, don't do anything drastic you hear me? I don't want to flash over there or tell Iris that you decided to maim her nephew and grandson!"

Silence was the only thing heard. Barry swore and grabbed his shoes. "Hold on Bart, Wally! I'm coming to rescue you!"

"So Alfred is the one who makes the cookies you always bring?"

"Yup."

"Does he give out his recipe?"

"Nope. It's under lock and key and believe me, Bruce and I tried to obtain it before."

"So you have it."

"As if. This is Alfred."

"So?"

"First Rule of the Bat Family. Obey Alfred."

Jason was sulking.

Or he would be, if Cass would leave him alone. "Go away Cass," he grumbled, pushing his younger sister away. She had uncharacteristically hugged him when he had gotten home. Since then she hadn't left his side for long. Jason didn't know why she was doing this. It was within Cass's nature to shy away from people. Even if she was feeling clingy, Jason was the last person she would hang onto. Dick or Tim are often her first choices.

Cass stubbornly didn't move from his side.

"Fine!" Jason relented. "What do you want?"

To those words, Cass tilted her head, asking a silent question.

Jason scowled, understanding her perfectly. "Yes, I'm jealous okay? There I admit it! Now are you happy?"

Cass stared at him.

"It isn't fair that Tim gets Bart! I'm the next oldest! If Dick gets Wally I should get Bart!" Jason ranted.

Cass didn't say anything.

"Everyone says it is because Bart is the same age as Tim, but he isn't! He's the same age as Damian and I don't see Damian hanging out with Bart."

Cass placed a hand on Jason's arm.

"What Cass," Jason snapped.

Cass blinked twice.

Slowly realization dawned on Jason. His eyes widened for a moment before he smirked. "That's a good point, Cass. Let's get to work."

-Two Days Later-

Roy groaned. He felt as if he had just run into a wall or something. Roy shifted his body to stretch when sudden he realized a few things.

One, he wasn't in his room anymore.

Two, his hands were handcuffed to the bed.

"Fuck."

Ooooo Jason did something bad. 8D

Next Week: Kidnapping Equals Jealousy!

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