If I owned Young Justice, Roy would be more of a bro.

Saturday, April 21, 2012, 14:21, Central City, the Allen Residence

Iris West-Allen looked up as she heard the door slam. She was I.M.'ing a reporter friend of hers in Metropolis- the esteemed Lois Lane who got the best stories because of how often she got kidnapped. She had even gotten an exclusive interview with Superman! Iris did love her husband, but come on. What reporter doesn't want to interview Superman? Or now, Superboy. She typed a quick see you later to Lois, swallowing her tears as she thought about Barry.

Walking downstairs to find Wally and Roy collapsed on her couch, crying, was surprising, to say the least. She knew something was wrong. The oldest of Wally's surrogate brothers never cried.

"Roy? Wally? What's wrong?" At her question, the two boys looked up, Wally standing and speeding over to her, wrapping her in a hug. He sobbed into her shoulder, finally gaining his composure after a couple of minutes of Iris just holding him.

"It's Dick. We-we went up against D-Deathstroke, 'cause he had Kara, and he kn-knocked us out, and when we woke up h-he was g-gone, a-and s-so was D-Dick!" Wally shoved his head back into his aunt's already soggy shoulder, as she just stared at Roy. The archer nodded, confirming the story. Iris sniffed, hiccupping a small sob. Wally was just losing his family wherever he turned. Mary West was working on getting a divorce with Rudy, and trying to convince Iris to take custody of Wally because the mother knew that she would be unable to support him without Rudy, she would barely be able to support herself, and Iris' job paid fairly well- she got paid extra when getting interviews from heroes, and she did get quite a few on occasion. Roy joined the hug, needing the support of his remaining brother and one of his adopted mothers.

The three stood there for what seemed like hours, until Iris' ringing cellphone interrupted it. It was her boss.

"Hello?" She didn't stop holding onto her boys with one arm, unhappy with her boss.

"Iris, there's a hostage situation on fifth and Main. I want you to cover it. Kid Flash might show up, and I want our station covering it."

"Yes sir," Iris replied, hanging up. "Wally, Roy, you might want to get in costume. There's a hostage situation on fifth and Main," she informed, grabbing her coat and microphone while texting her cameraman Larry to get his butt to the bank the hostage situation was happening at. Wally nodded, speeding off to get in costume while Roy changed in the bathroom. Iris was gone before the two were done, and Wally grabbed Roy to carry him to the hostage situation.

.:{K}:.

"You're not a normal sight here," Officer Harry Kolstein remarked to Red Arrow. Kolstein was in charge of this situation while Central City police commissioner Mark 'Skillet' Hathrin made his way to the scene.

"I'm visiting a friend," Red replied, turning to Kid Flash. "Well, it's your city, KF."

"Oh… Um… I'm not very good at being in charge," he muttered, looking around. "Uh, how about… You're good at stealth, right?"

"I've worked with the Bats. Yes, I can be good at stealth," Red replied.

"Okay then, we shall do it the Bats' way," Wally replied. "You Robin, me Batman."

Red Arrow nodded, stalking off to the shadows while people stared. Kid Flash then sprinted to the doors, peering in at the men holding guns to random civilian's heads.

"Hey! You! Hero! Get out before we shoot!" The biggest man shouted, while Kid Flash stepped back a little, leaving the doors wide open.

"Okay. Maybe we can work something out? What exactly is it that you want?" Kid Flash had his hands in the air as a gesture of peace.

"You wouldn't be able to give us what we want," an African-American man spat.

"Oh really? What is it that you do want?" Kid Flash had an eyebrow raised.

"Sex," the smallest one, a woman, replied, a shit-eating grin on her face.

"We-ell, Red says I'm pretty good in bed," the speedster replied, grinning back.

"Well then how about we find out?" The woman stepped forward, beginning to remove her leather jacket while her friends stared and Kid Flash turned redder than Red Arrow's arrows.

Speak of the devil, three arrows whizzed by, pinning the gun holders to the ground. Fid Flash sped, grabbing the guns and releasing the prisoners, turning around to see the woman- jacket back on- leaving. She turned around.

"Rebel Streets tonight, you and me… If you're man enough to come," she purred, half-lidded blue eyes flirty before she began running. Kid Flash gave chase, but she disappeared like a bat.

"Dude, what was that comment for?" Red growled at Kid Flash.

"Hey, it's true," the speedster replied, shrugging. "Even ask Robin. He was there, you know."

"I thought we agreed to never speak of that night!" Red shouted, glaring.

"Whoops," Kid Flash blushed redder than his hair.

"Fine. How about we tell the good public exactly what happened that night you decided that we should try a threesome?" Red wore a smirk.

"Re-ed!" Kid Flash whined.

"It was all Kid Pervert's idea. It was just me, him, and Robin, before Aqualad joined Aquaman, and we were hanging out. Robin was being freakishly adorable, I mean- he was only ten, and KF blurted out that we should try a threesome. Robin looked so damn excited about that, babbling on about how Batman never told him anything about that one time he, Catwoman, and Talia al Ghul threesome'd, and really wanted to try it. So, naturally, when you have a ten-year-old Robin and twelve-year-old KF both giving you puppy dog eyes… Well… Just try to not give in," Red explained while Kid Flash was redder than his mentor's spandex. Everyone watching just stared, like, what the Hell were you kids thinking.

Kid Flash wished he would get swallowed up by the ground.

Red Arrow smirked, "Think next time Kid Mouth."

Hey, we needed some form of comic relief in this story. And if you comment on how Roy and Wally are appearing to get over Robin's... so fast, well they're heroes. They have to keep happy for the public.