This chapter took more effort to write than I'd like to admit. Bruce is a surprisingly difficult character for me. Hopefully, that won't always be the case.

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'd have A LOT more money if I owned anything in this story besides the plot, but I don't.

"You have a son."

"Yes."

"You have procreated."

"Yes."

"You have passed on your genes."

"Yes, B; I have. Do you see why I need your help here?"

"Does he act like you?"

"Yeah, but more hyper."

Wally could just see Bruce pinching the bridge of his nose on the other end of the line.

"We can't alter the way he acts now. I suppose you need his necessary documentation."

"Yes."

"Fine. We'll be over tomorrow."

"Wait a minute! You're coming here? Bruce? B? Bats?"

The speedster hung up the phone with a huff when there was no answer.

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Wally rushed to the front door as soon as he heard the doorbell the next morning. He had spent the last half hour cleaning the apartment, teaching Bart how to clean his room, and cleaning the apartment again. Sure, Bruce had known him since he was Kid Flash, best friend to the first Robin, but nobody from the JL had ever come over before, and they certainly never met Bart.

Outside stood Bruce Wayne and his new ward, Tim Drake, wearing dress shirts, nice jeans, and sunglasses. Wally gave them each a smile and let them in.

"Hey," he said, "Tim, my son's room is just down the hall and to the left." The boy nodded and left. The speedster turned to look at the billionaire. "Why bring the new bird?" he asked once they reached the living room, sitting on the couch.

"Tim wanted to meet Bartholomew," said the older man as he, too, sat on the couch, but with a less relaxed posture.

"Bart," Wally corrected.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"Bart. It's a nickname, like Barry, but Barry's taken and he doesn't look like a Barry, ya know?" Wally explained.

Bruce nodded and handed Wally a manila envelope. "Inside, there is a birth certificate among any other documents that might be needed," he said.

The red head looked over the envelope's contents. "Um… B? This says he's two, and, well, he is, but he doesn't look it," he said.

Bruce sighed and said, "With everything that's been happening, civilians have become used to… strangeness. The paperwork for him to begin attending school is being filed. He'll have to take an assessment exam first, though."

"Already?" Wally exclaim incredulously, "How did you get that going so fast? Wait. Stupid question. Don't answer that."

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Bart's POV

"Hello," sounded a voice from behind the young speedster. Looking to the door he saw a boy raven colored hair.

"Hey," he responded smiling. In an instant he was across the room and dragging the boy further inside. "Hi! I'm Bart. My real name's Bartholomew, but just call me Bart. Are you the reason Dad had me clean my room? He showed me how to use a vacuum cleaner. Avacuumcleanerisamachinethatusessuction tocollectdustandsmallparticlesfromfloorsandothersurfaces. I read it in a book."

The boy knit eyebrows in confusion before smiling a small smile and saying, "Well, um, my name's Timothy, but I go by Tim. I'm not, I didn't, I don't think I was the reason you had to clean. If I was, then, um, sorry."

Bart shook his head. "Idon'tmind. So, why are you here?"

The boy (Tim! Call him Tim!) shrugged and answered, "Your dad needed stuff from mine, so we came over. So, um, your Flash's son?"

Bart's eyes went wide. "Yeah!" he said, "But no one's supposed to know that. Dad said. Are you someone's son, too? Stupid question. Everyoneisspmebody'skid. So, what about you?"

Tim smirked and said in a smug voice "I'm Batman's son."

Bart blinked. "Batman? I've read about him. Does that mean your Robin? That'ssocool! Do you have adventures every night and stuff?" he asked.

"Not every night, but…" Tim then went on to tell the other boy about his night life in Gotham City.

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Wally's POV

"Are you planning on letting him take on your old mantle?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know," Wally replied, sighing, "I don't think I'm ready to have a partner. I've only been the Flash since Uncle Barry decided he needed more time for his kids."

"That was when you were fourteen," the older man pointed out, "Most would consider five years enough experience."

"Yeah, well," Wally ran a hand through his hair, looking slightly defeated. "I might start training him in a month or two. That's, like, eternity for a speedster. It shouldn't take long in objective time for Bart to get the hang of crime fighting," he decided.

Bruce nodded. Sometimes (Well, a lot of the time.), Wally wished he knew what his colleague was thinking. The man had always been the tall, dark, and scary type. How he managed to raise someone bright and happy like Dick, Wally would never know.

Of course, Bruce had his moments. Wally could recall several times he had been invited to Wayne Manor for sleepovers. On those days, Bruce was a little less cranky and a little more playful. That changed, though, when Jason… (Bad memories! Notgoingthere!) Tim made things a bit better, though, and Jason's resurrection, while not having an ideal outcome, seemed to do the same.

Bruce stood. "Tim and I must get back get back to Gotham," he said, "There is a case involving Penguin we need to be focusing on. Also, his break from school to repair damage from the invasion will be over in a week for him. He still has homework to do."

"Of course. School's starting next month in Central. There was a lot of damage here," the speedster said as he stood, "BART! TIM!"

The two boys came down the hall. Bruce was already at the door. Tim sighed. "Bye Bart," he said sadly.

Bart looked upset as he ran to hug his dad. "Can't Tim stay longer? Please?" he begged. Tim looked at Bruce pleadingly.

The adults shared a look, which, frankly, shocked Wally a little. (Is this what being parent is like?)

The billionaire cleared his throat and stated, "Perhaps a playdate could be set up at a later date. Maybe a sleepover." There was no room for argument in his tone.

"Um, yeah," the older speedster said, "Yeah, it can." The boys smiled at this.

The speedsters said their goodbyes, and the bats left.

TBA…

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