I just got home from shopping with my mom. I'm really tired. I swear, Chuck Norris would be exhausted after shopping with her.

Anyway, this chapter is set a week after the last one.

Disclaimer: If I owned anything that was remotely related to DC Comics, Jason would've never died.

Wally's POV

Unpacking was irritating. You had to place everything where you want it, make sure you didn't leave anything behind, and control a hyperactive child while doing the first two. Oh, sure, super speed helped, but that didn't change how annoyed Wally was!

The movers had taken so long to transfer the furniture. Then, after they had left, it took a full nine minutes in objective time to unpack. The redhead groaned internally. He was never moving again. Ever.

Despite his current state of mind, Wally couldn't keep a small smile from growing on his face as he looked around his new living room. He never thought he would've owned a house a year ago. Now, look at him. A home owner with a son with another coming.

The telephone rang.

Wally raced to the table out in the hall to answer it. He was surprised when he did.

"Wally…"a voice said slowly.

The redhead winced. "Oh, hey, Dick. How's it going?" he asked weakly

"Why don't you tell me why your best friend wasn't informed that you had CHILDREN?!"

"What, how, when, aaaarrrrrgh! Never mind! I just didn't think about it; I've been busy."

"When do I get to meet them?"

"I don't know, honestly. The younger one's still getting his brain scanned for viruses. I'll have you over for dinner as soon as they're both here, 'kay?"

"Fine. That isn't the reason I called for, anyway. Jason showed up in Gotham last night."

"That's… good? Kinda bad, though. How'd B take it?"

"I don't know. He apparently avoided Bruce at all cost. It broke him, Wally. Those times are the only ones when he gets to see Jaybird."

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him at the Watchtower for you."

"That's all I ask. I have to go. Remember, I want to meet your boys. I want to know if Daddy Flash is as paranoid as Daddy Bats."

Bart's POV

Upstairs, Bart had just hung up his cellphone (ThankyouUncleBruce!) after a similar conversation with Tim.

This was getting out of control! Something had to be done. Tim agreed, but had no idea what to do. They decided to think up plans during the rest of the day and talk it over that night.

The toddler heard his dad calling for him for lunch. He ran downstairs.

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Shayera's POV

Shayera was cuddling her son. She couldn't believe how big he was getting. It seemed like only yesterday she was in labor, squeezing the feeling out of Dr. Fate's hand.

She was saddened by the fact that it wasn't… John… beside her at the time, but she had made her choices. She couldn't keep wallowing in despair. Rex needed a caring mother! And that's what she'd be, even if it killed her.

The baby giggled as he pulled on his mother's long red hair.

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Bart's POV

As he finished his chicken/peas/nachos/steamed carrots/milk, Bart heard his dad clear him throat. The boy looked up to see a nervous smile on the other's face.

"Bart," he began, "what I'm about to give you is very important. I designed it and had your grandpa make it especially for you." He ran to the closet and came back with a white box. Then, they went to the living room and sat on the couch.

The boy was curious. It wasn't Christmas (That's held on December 25 in the Western Church, Ireaditinabook.) or anything like that, so there wasn't a reason why his dad and grandpa should've done so much to give him a present. If anyone's given something, it should be the redhead. After all, he read once that a new kid meant the parent got gifts. Something about showers, I think.

He felt his eyes grow wide when he opened the box. He lifted the suit to get a better look at it.

The one-piece costume was, in a word, yellow. So were the attached gloves and boots. There was a red Flash symbol on the middle of the chest filled in with white. He looked in the box again to find a pair of goggles. They were red, like his dad's old ones, but they connected in the middle so there was only one piece of plastic over the eyes.

Tears filled bright green eyes as Bart quickly put it on. He rushed into the hallway to look at a mirror. It a second in objective time Wally appeared behind him and placed his hands on the younger speedster's shoulders. Both of their mouths were stretched in wide grins.

But Bart starting to feel the gears turning in his head.

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That night, Bart begged to go show Tim his new outfit. He kept his eyes as innocent as possible until his dad agreed. Bart smiled, donned his suit, and left. A few minutes in objective time and several wrong destinations later, the toddler was in Gotham City. He had called his friend earlier to share ideas on the Jason problem and told him to stand on a roof that night. It didn't matter which one; Bart would find him.

It actually was pretty easy. It only took nine wrong rooftops. He finally found Tim, or rather Robin, on top of Drake Industries.

"I see that you can run up walls pretty easily now," the raven haired boy stated.

"Yep," said the new Kid Flash excitedly. "I've been training for an eternity, and Dad said it really paid off, becausenowImfasterandstrongeranduuuummmmmmmmphhh!" A gloved hand was placed over his mouth.

Robin looked like his fully finished homework was just thrown into a fire. He sighed a said, "I also see that you backtracked on the whole learning to go slow thing." The younger boy felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. After a few beats standing in awkward silence, the two decided to put their plan

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Jason's POV

Jason could feel blood running out of his arm and cursed. A low-life dealer in the western part of his territory had decided that selling to pregnant woman was a good idea. The scum had covered his tracks well enough, but word gets around in the Narrows, especially when it's about a nineteen-year-old's overdose six weeks before her kid was due. He tracked the guy, Manny, down. He didn't expect the hidden knife, though.

After Manny received some well-deserved shots to the head, Red Hood started heading towards his apartment. He could clean and bandaged the wound there. Two voices stopped him. Two young, male voices, and one was very familiar.

He slipped into the shadows and looked towards the ground. Sure enough, there was the Replacement. He was with some other boy with brown hair, maybe a few inches shorter. The other kid was wearing yellow spandex. Jason groaned. He knew that yellow. Why did Wally have to take on a brat? One of him was already too much for the world to handle.

Replacement must've heard him, because he looked in his direction then whispered to the other kid. Before Jason knew it, his arm, the one that wasn't hurt, was being held by a yellow gloved hand.

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After the third bird caught up to them, both boys stood awkwardly, as if they didn't know how to exactly say what they wanted. Then, the yellow one saw Jason's wound and started sprouting out things about disinfecting and books. It was really fast and confusing. After he insisted on making sure the man got home, the elder agreed to let them come to his apartment.

Jason really couldn't stand to see a kid pouting, even if he did look around thirteen.

TBA…

Well, this chapter went in a totally different direction than I had originally planned. I just really wanted to add Jay.

I hate how KF's suit looks in the comics, so I changed it.

I'm going to start getting busy soon, but I'll try to update when I can. The next chapter's plot is, like, ¾ finished in my head. Details, they always get me.

Comment please! All suggestions are considered!