SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I really, really didn't like how I'd had them meeting before, so I changed it a little. Please review!

There was a red-and-yellow blur down the hallway of the watch tower, like a small tornado. Batman scowled as it rushed past him- he would've been used to it if it was Barry, but it wasn't. It was his nephew. The LAST thing this world needed was another Flash. Not to mention one that was smaller, and less responsible than Barry (if it was even possible to be less responsible than him.).

Still, he had a meeting to get to. Sparrow and Robin were relaxing in the entertainment room, watching TV of some sort, and he took his seat in the room and scowled at Flash. "If that boy hurts either of them, he's dead."

Barry simply swallowed and nodded.

Kid Flash stood, vibrating with excitement as the two other costumed children, clearly also sidekicks, approached him.

They were both studying him suspiciously, almost like they were trying to figure out what he was. That dulled his excitement a little. But not by much, because hey- these were the first other sidekicks he'd met, and it would be awesome to be friends with someone in the hero world.

When they were about ten feet away from one another, the two stopped walking. Sparrow and Robin were just watching the speedster vibrate, studying him carefully and uncertainly.

"I... he's... shaking." Robin said to Sparrow quietly, sounding confused.

"I think he's gonna explode." Sparrow whispered urgently.

They waited in a beat of tense silence- thankfully, the vibrating boy didn't explode into a mess of blood and entrails. That was good.

"He's not exploding..." Sparrow said, looking confused.

"Maybe... maybe he just really has to pee?" Robin suggested.

The three stared at one another for a good minute, Wally continuing to vibrate in place, barely able to contain his excitement. These weren't just any sidekicks- he recognized them, now. They were Robin and Sparrow- sidekicks to Batman. He couldn't think of anything to say, he was so afraid he'd screw it up, and the buzzing excitement didn't help his thinking process much.

Slowly, Robin approached the boy, looking at him uncertainly. "Dude- are you okay?"

And Wally, figuratively, of course- exploded.

"Ohmygosh, you'reRobinandSparrow! YouguysworkwithBatman! Doyourideinthebatmobileandfightcrimeinthenightandstuff? Doyouswingfromtherooftopsandcatchallthephsycos!"

And Sparrow burst out laughing. "He sounds like a chipmunk!" she said, giggling.

Wally's face fell. They'd just met and they were already making fun of him?

Robin noticed his sudden deflated look and looked concerned. "Woah, dude- don't be like that. She just meant you're talking really, really fast and high-pitched, is all. Right, Sparrow?"

Sparrow nodded. "Sorry. I just thought it sounded funny..."

Wally smiled, glad to realize they weren't picking on him. "Thanks. I'm Kid Flash. I already know who you guys are! Robin and Sparrow! Crusaders of Gotham!" he looked at them, eyes bright and excited. "I've read about you guys in so many newspapers."

"You have?" Robin asked, looking surprised.

Kid nodded eagerly. "Duh! You guys even make the second page sometimes! It should be front page news, of course, but since it doesn't directly relate to Central City, they put it on the second..."

The siblings exchanged surprised glances- Batman never provided them with any media telling of their exploits- he planned on sheltering both his children from it for at least another few years.

"So, you're Kid Flash. Flash's nephew, right?" Robin asked, and Kid nodded eagerly.

"Well then- what do you wanna do, KF?" Robin asked, already slightly excited at the prospect of having another kid in the watchtower. Now he and Sparrow wouldn't have to try and amuse themselves alone...

Kid beamed at his new nickname, KF, and shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe you guys could show me around the place, since, heh- I'm really lost right now." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, blushing slightly.

"Cafeteria's to the right..." Robin said quietly. Sparrow had already took off in said direction, and Robin sighed before following her. Kid Flash beat them both there, though.

"Have any chips or something?" he asked around a mouthful of brownies.

Sparrow was scaling the counter, which she then stood on to reach a locked cupboard, drawing something from her utility belt. The lock pick. She fumbled with the lock for a moment before it opened, and Robin caught Wally's questioning glance.

"Oreos. Have to lock them up, or Martian Manhunter will take them all." he explained, and Wally nodded. A minute later they'd peeled back the plastic, and were staring at three rows of angelic, cream-filled love. Double Stuf.

Wordlessly, as though observing the silence as part of a sacred ritual, all three took one row from the package, beginning to eat. That was the last thing they remembered.

"Holy cow..." Superman muttered, looking around the room. Numerous birdarangs were embedded in the walls, which was impressive, since they were made of high-quality steel.

The cupboards were strewn open, a bottle of tabasco sauce spilled on the table, what looked to be a trail of black pepper scattered everywhere. just the aroma made everyone's eyes sting, not to mention the small amount of smoke in the rook because something on the stove was, in fact, on fire.

The cushions had been pulled off the couch, the throw pillows were torn apart, leaving fluff throughout the room.

They'd somehow managed to get a plunger stuck to the ceiling, as well, and eggs splattered the wall.

Sparrow was asleep onto of the refrigerator, curled up like a cat. The open door revealed the kids had clearly stolen the lightbulb from it, since the interior of it was dark.

Wally was suspended in the air, duct taped against the wall, a good foot off the ground. he'd had tape everywhere but his mouth, leading them to believe he could've called for help if he wanted. But he clearly hadn't minded too much, since his head lolled on his shoulder and he drooled slightly, since he, too, was asleep.

The grate from the vent was on the floor, and hanging down from the ceiling through where the grate had been was Robin's arm, dangling limply, the sound of light breathing informing them he was, in fact, alive, and sleeping.

In the center of all the carnage- the pillow stuffing, the egg shells, couch cushions with mystery stains- sat an open, empty package of oreos. Batman knelt to examine it, a disgusted look on his face he realized the snack cookies had caused the sugar rush which had, in turn, caused the mini-apocalypse during the two-hour meeting.

"Never again." he growled.

The trio had been best friends ever since.