"You gave them sugar, didn't you?" Roy asked.
Just then Dick ran in, spraying Pam cooking spray like it was air freshener or something.
"Dick! Dick, chill!" Lucas yelled. Dick turned slowly. He was twitching, smiling, pupils dilated, and he let ot a Robin-like cackle before taking off across the area rug, down the hall, onto the hardwood floor.
"Dick!"
Dick had no idea where all the corridors leading around the manor led to. He'd been here before but his sugar-inebriated brain had forgotten everything. He should've known he'd turn onto a dead end, and when he saw Lucas and Ry running towards him,he did what any sensible person WOULD do. He sprayed the floor in front f them with cooking spray. And they went FLYING, stocking feet treating the Pam like an ice rink, leaving him time to brush past them and take off.
Billy was still duct-taped into a recliner. He looked around, realizing he was alone the room with Scarlet.
She dragged a lamp over, moving the head so it shown in his eyes, blinding him. "Kid, let's be reasonable here..." he said. He couldn't be sure, but through his squinting he could see her pacing in front of him.
Finally, she turned. He could only make out her silhouette. "Where is it?" she asked.
"Where's what?" Billy asked, shocked.
"Where. Is. It." Scarlet repeated. She'd always wanted to do her own interrogation, this was perfect...
"Where's what?" Billy asked.
Scarlet resumed pacing, shooting him bat-glares now and then. Just when she'd walked past him, she whirled, slamming her hands down on the arms if the chair beside his own, getting in his face.
"WHERE IS IT!?"
"Ahh! I don't know what you're talking about!" Billy said, terrified. Scarlet smiled. This was going to be fun.
Wally was having fun with cleaning products. Uncle Barry was a scientist, he would be proud...
And Clorox was good for you. That was what Aunt Iris always said, she always wiped everything down with Clorox. So bleach should be even better. And all these other cleaners, and soap, and cologne, as well... Heck, Shampoo would help, too. He sniffed, wondering what it would smell like, and nearly blacked out.
Smelled like drugs. His vision began to fuzz out, and he headed towards the kitchen, grabbing a lighter and headed back to his beautiful concoction. He lit the flame, touching it to the surface of the liquid...
There was a small explosion that sent him reeling, and he fell into the bath tub, smiling, as a yellowish cloud of smoke enveloped everything. The experiment was successful.
"Dick, where ARE you!?" Roy yelled, frustrated.
"Maybe we should give up- the kid's vanished." Lucas said. Just then, Roy looked up. Dick was hanging from the chandelier by his legs, which were curled over the golden painted, cast-iron, two-hundred year old light fixture. Roy gaped. This as going to be harder than he thought.
"Where is it?" Scarlet hissed.
"I don't know!" Billy said for about the fifth time. "Look- the interrogation thing is cliche! And dumb! So why don't would just let me go..."
Scarlet scowled at him, grabbing an eyedropper and a blindfold and placing one drop on Billy's head. Let the Chinese Water Torture begin.
Wally stumbled out of the bathroom, grinning. As soon as he saw what was going on, he grinned even more.
"I get to be the good cop!" he yelled. "Here- have some candy!" he shoved a handful of M&M's into Billy's mouth, and Billy flinched as Scarlet dropped another droplet of water onto his head. After five minutes, though, Wally had grown bored.
"Scarlet. Chinese Water Torture is BORING." he whined.
Scarlet sighed. "Fine. Where is it!?" she hissed.
"I don't know! I don't know what you're talking about!" Billy said, exasperated. "What is wrong with you!?"
Waly stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "He's getting rowdy, Scarlet. Let me take it from here. Where is it!?"
"I don't know!"
"Where is it!?" Scarlet demanded. And so it went for the next five minutes.
Finally, Wally took Scarlet aside. "He doesn't seem to know. What were you interrogating him about, anyways?"
Scarlet shrugged. "Nothing. I was just bored. And he's boring, so I'm bored again..."
"So come on- we'll get unbored!" Wally said, dragging her int the kitchen and grabbing a cookie sheet. This would be fun.
"Dick, come down! Please?" Roy asked. Dick shook his head. "Nope. I like it up here."
Just then there was a giant clattering as Scarlet slid down the stairs, clinging to a cookie sheet, and Roy gaped. She flew into the wall at the bottom, lying still in a heap. Roy ran over, and Lucas stared. There was a huge dent in the wall, but Scarlet jumped to her feet, grinning. "Wally! Let's do it again!" she called up the staircase.
"No way! There is no way I'm letting you do that again!" Roy yelled, but he was distracted when the chandelier suddenly fell out of the ceiling with Dick on it. After thee hours, they had all the kids under control asleep, duct taped, and the three teens exchanged glances.
"How are we gonna clean this up?" Billy asked nervously.
"I have an idea, actually." Roy said calmly. "Servpro- like it never even happened."
He placed the call, and the two cleaners, a middle-aged grumpy man and woman, dressed in awkward Servpro jumpsuits came over.
"Your place got vandalized?" he asked.
Roy nodded, since, hey, that was basically what it was.
"Looks like you just had a wild party." the cleaner said looking around, disgusted. "I mean, who vandalizes the place and leaves a pack of Oreos?"
"We left them out before they came over." Roy said.
"If your place really WAS vandalized, why didn't you call the police?" the man asked.
Roy shrugged. "We don't want to press charges. To busy for a law suit."
"Yeah, right. Either you calk the cops or we don't clean the place." the man said, giving him a look.
"Man, you clean up people were a lot friendlier in the commercial." Lucas muttered.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" the man's face reddened, the veins in his neck bulged, and he was all up in Roy's face.
"I didn't say it! He did!" Roy said, pointing to Lucas. Instantly, the man was in Lucas's face.
"WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, SON! I DON'T CARRY THIS HEAVY CLEANING MACHINERY FOR NOTHING!"
"Eugene!" the woman grabbed his arm. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"
"Of course I did, Violet!" he yelled.
"Well go take some more and leave these poor boys alone!" she said, turning to Roy. "Pardon him. He's crazy."
"I simply have a chemical imbalance!" Eugene yelled, cleaning his glasses. Roy and the others quickly retreated to the bedroom where the gagged children were. Still, five minutes later, they heard things breaking.
"I can't do it, Violet, I can't clean!" he yelled, overturning the coffee tale and shattering a lamp.
"Eugene! Eugene, take some more medicine, honey!" Violet yelled. But Eugene the cleaner was on a rampage, throwing appliances and destroying things. Ten minutes later, Eugene was in a cop car, and Roy stared.
Oliver was home. "Guys- scram. I can totally get out of this." Roy said, and his friends obeyed.
Oliver rushed over. "Roy! What the heck happened!?"
"This crazy guy got in somehow..." he started. It wasn't really lying. Eugene had been let in the house, that was somehow.
"So anyways, he went on a rampage and I... uh... we... hid and called the cops. He trashed the place, though."
"Was anyone hurt?" Oliver asked, and he sighed, relieved, when Roy shook his head.
Bruce pulled up then, along with Barry.
"Queen..." Bruce said dangerously, and Oliver put his hands up.
"Some phsyco got in the house so Roy called the cops. Right, Roy?"
Roy nodded. "Right."
"Is everyone okay?" Barry asked, looking concerned.
"Yeah, everyone's fine. They actually slept through it..." Roy tried not to pale. If they saw the three kids, all with wrists and ankles duct taped together, they'd ask questions.
"In fact... I should go check on them!" he raced upstairs, looking around, frantic. The were all asleep on Oliver's king sized bed, but he needed to hide the duct tape. He seized a blanket and pulled it over them, tucking it in, making it look nice, just as Bruce, Barry, and Oliver came up.
"Aww... they look so cute!" Barry said, smiling, before snapping a picture.
"Right. We'll be going, then..." Bruce reached for Scarlet, and Roy practically threw himself on top of her.
"No! Not yet!" he couldn't let them see the kids all bound with duct tape.
All three men looked at him, slightly surprised.
"I... I need a minute. To say goodbye. In private." Roy made sure to sniff for dramatic effect.
"Ookkaayy then..." Barry said, looking awkward and backing out of the room. Bruce and Oliver followed, both looking confused, but a moment later he was alone with them. He tore off the blanket, flipping out his pocket knife and frantically cutting the duct tape bonds on Scarlet, he was halfway done with Wally a moment later...
"You okay in there, Roy?" Oliver asked through the door, sounding concerned. Roy was hardly ever emotional, let alone clingy, and either hormones were ravaging his boy or something was wrong.
"I'm not finished saying goodbye yet, Ollie!" Roy said, cutting the bonds on Wally's legs, moving onto Dick. He could've sworn he heard Bruce's deep voice through the door quietly mentioning something about getting him into therapy to Oliver through the door, but he didn't care, cutting the tape beside Dick's wrists, and then ankles...
He balled up all the duct tape, shoving it under the bed, waking al, the kids up. "Come on!" he hissed. "Let's move! Your family is here..."
"Oh? Really?" Scarlet yawned and stretched, as Dick Dick, and they all stumbled out into the hall.
"Hi Tati." Scarlet was interrupted by a huge yawn, and Bruce picked her up, letting the seven year old nestle into him, laying her head on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck.
"Bye Roy." Wally said, hugging his surrogate brother.
"Yeah, bye." Dick did the same.
Scarlet, who was already half asleep and far too tired to get down, just waved half-heartedly at him from where Bruce held her, and Roy felt a sense of pride go through him. He'd done it- he'd pulled it ff. No trouble for him- in fact, the adults thought he was responsible, handling the situation. And no one knew his siblings had done about half the damage to the house.
He headed off to bed, content with the knowledge that he'd done it all. Still, as he crawled into his mercifully soft, warm bed, he knew he had one man to thank. A chemically imbalanced cleaner named Eugene.
Well? Good, bad, or no? I had to add in the part with Servpro- I just had to! And I hope Eugene was weird enough. What do you guys think? Review! **Also, to those who may have a chemical imbalance, I do not mean in anyway to offend you or make fun if a serious condition. It was just a way to add humor to the story!