Rule #11: Do not try to sneak into the Olympics.

The team was excited. The Bat had sent them on a mission to London, and there, because Robin was just pure awesomeness, the kids were able to flee from their mission spot and go to the Stadium that held the Olympics. The kids had decided that to be less conspicuous, they would split up and meet up again later on.

Wally walked down the halls of the stadium, staring in awe and admiration at all of the athletes he found himself surrounded by. Thank whatever deity is up there that he had been such a fan boy and brought a note book, which meant he was asking every single athlete he could for their autograph. He got a laugh from some of the people, while others wondered how he managed to get inside.

"What do you mean one of our runners is out?" One person asked in a rather Spanish sounding accent, managing to catch the red head's attention.

The man was wearing a completely white tux, and he looked pissed while talking to another man who looked like a stage manager. "I know how you feel, but he broke his ankle while practicing. I really am sorry." The stage manager said, then walked away.

The man sighed in exasperation, so Wally decided to ask him what happened. "Hey man, what's wrong?" Wally asked, making the man turn to him.

Which made him have an almost fangirl moment. This was Javier Coulson! The dude everyone in Puerto Rico was counting on to bring home the gold!

"Our other runner broke his ankle, which means our chances of getting a gold medal are even less." Javier told him in a sad tone. "You know, come to think of it, you look a lot like him."

Wally seemed to light up like a Christmas tree when he said that, and started to think up of a plan. "You know, I think we can find a happy medium in this situation." He observed, his tone one that someone held much mischief inside.

"And here is Daniel Rivera, winner of the bronze medal in running for Puerto Rico!" The announcer yelled as Wally walked out of the room with Javier by his side.

The two had become pretty good friends while plotting, and, well, as you could guess, Wally had won. He wasn't aiming for a bronze, he actually wasn't aiming to win, he didn't want to take the spotlight off of Javier, but he couldn't help himself. The people of Puerto Rico seemed so nice, and they had only won few medals, he thought they deserved it.

"Yes folks, it has been an amazing time here in the Olympics, with some of the youngest competitors winning all of the competitions. Gregory Greyzon won the gold medal in Gymnastics for Russia, Tien Long won the silver medal in Judo for Vietnam, Fiske Backstrom won the gold in Swimming for Switzerland, and Bronislav Kovaleski won a bronze medal in Wrestling for Kazakhstan. And they were all younger than twenty four years of age." The announcer said, staring deeply into the camera with a broad smile.

Wally and Javier shook their heads and chuckled, then the older man started to lead him away from the crazy fans and towards the back of the stadium. Wally and the team had agreed to meet up there, and he had told Javier what had been going on with his team and why they had wound up in the Olympics. The man thought it was kind of funny that a group of superheroes could act like that, but wanted to say goodbye to the kid who had kind of saved their Olympic appearance.

When they arrived at the parking garage, there were no cars left, but there was a group of teenagers, all of them wearing a jacket that belonged to a different country. Javier and Wally stopped a few feet in front of them, and turned to each other.

"I can't find a way to thank you, Wally." Javier said with a smile.

Wally smiled back and shook his head, "No need to, Javi. It was fun just being a part of this. Well, bye. I'll pass by your house in a month or so." Wally told him.

Javier nodded, and they hugged. "Man, really, thank you. I'll see you then." And the Puerto Rican was gone.

Wally walked over to his team, smiling even wider when he saw the medals on their necks, and the bags M'gann was carrying. She had taken to dress as one of the announcers, not wanting to get in the middle of physical competition, and had even participated as one of the dancers as well.

"We so have to do this again." Wally gasped out with an energetic jump, all the while he draped one arm over Robin's shoulders and another over Conner's. Both fellow teens smiled back at him.

Robin nodded, but Kaldur cut him off. "While I agree this was fun, the League will not agree." He commented, then turned to M'gann. "M'gann, call the bio-ship. We have been gone for long enough."

She nodded, and her eyes glowed for a while, then went back to her normal color.

"So what if the League doesn't agree, since when have we cared?" Wally asked.

"You are in so. Much. Trouble."

As soon as they had heard the growl, the teenagers had turned around to look at who had spoken to them. There, they found Superman floating over the floor with his arms crossed over his broad chest, with an enraged Flash, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, and Green Arrow at his sides.

All of the friendly feeling left the atmosphere as soon as the teens saw their murderous faces. The men looked like they were about to attack, but an unseen force knocked them all down.

"Let's go!" M'gann squeaked, then flew into the ship, her bags following her.

None of the others needed any further instructions, they kind of wanted to live. So they boarded and left at such speeds that Flash wondered how they did that.

Rule #12: Don't try to teach your teammates anything.

"So, I just have to mix the purple liquid with that black thingy?" M'gann asked innocently as she tipped the vial with the purple liquid on top of the black, squishy, kind of oddly smelling substance.

"Wait, What?" Wally asked distracted as he turned back to M'gann from his science book. His eyes widened, and he quickly yelled out, "WAIT, M'GANN, NOT THAT!"

But it was too late. A miniature explosion came from that black thing, covering M'gann, Wally, and the whole kitchen in black gunk. Wally and M'gann blinked, surprised at what had just happened, and in came Kaldur and Batman. With only a glare from the Bat, Wally had picked M'gann up, and left for México. Maybe there they'd be able to get some tacos.

Rule #13: Do not paint anything that belongs to Batman pink.

It was one of those days you just knew something was going to go wrong. Flash and the Hawks had already been pranked brutally by Green Arrow, who in turn had gotten got by Roy. Heck, the whole League but Batman had already been hit by something or another, be it an evil villain or their 'fellow' (traitorous) teammate. At the end of the day, Batman had decided to leave the Watchtower early so that he wouldn't get in the middle of the infantile disputes going on around him.

But when he arrived at the Batcave, what he saw made his eyebrow twitch (something he had been doing more since Kid Flash had forced his way into the Bat's life... Especially now with the recent misadventures he'd been having).

Everything was pink. The Batmobile, the Batcomputer; the whole cave was painted pink! And it wasn't a calm pink. No, whoever had done this wanted to be as annoying and death alluring as possible. So the color was a vibrant, hot pink.

The Bat sighed, feeling a headache beginning to form, and walked towards the stairs. He was much too tired to deal with this now. And it was something that could wait to be fixed.

He walked over to the closet where he kept both his suits and his change of clothing and opened it. Inside, all of his clothing and suits were the same loud pink. And Batman let out such a yell that even Alfred, Dick, and Jason felt it upstairs. They all ran downstairs, to find the batcave in such pink conditions.

And Jason started laughing, forgetting that he was staying with Bruce for a while.

With a sharp glare to the young man, Bruce sneered and began to formulate plans of revenge.

Oh yes, Bruce was going to destroy whoever had done this.

Rule #14: Do not ask M'gann if she believes in fairies, then say that she killed a fairy by not answering.

"Hey, M'gann, do you believe in fairies?"

At first the question was innocent and nobody but M'gann payed attention to the youngest member of the group. But, they quickly gave him their attention the more the conversation developed.

"I don't under-"

"You just killed Tinkerbell!" Robin yelled, placing his hands on top of his head to add to the drama.

M'gann stared at him with wide eyes, while the team turned to him. "I don't-"

"There go Vidia, Clank, and Bobble!" He yelled again.

And M'gann's eyes started to water. "But, I-I-I-"

And again she was cut off. "You killed Iridessa, Rosetta, Silvermist, and Fawn!" He screamed, then dropped to his knees. "Make the murders stop!"

And the team quickly ran over to them, to find M'gann crying with Robin sobbing on the floor. Then the Martian flew away with gasped shouts of 'I didn't mean to!'. Conner ran after her, Artemis rolled her eyes and left, and Wally and Kaldur crouched next to the acrobat and smacked him upside the head.

"What was that for?!" He asked.

"Go. Apologize." Kaldur clipped, as if restraining himself from doing something more than a mere slap, while pointing in the direction which M'gann and Conner had left.

Robin pouted, but still trudged towards her room, ready to take a beating from both teammates.

Rule #15: You have to follow all these rules. No exceptions.

"Your team seems to be in need of more control, so the League has made this list of rules you all must follow." Batman growled out as he stood in the middle of the conference room, addressing all of the teens with a thin frown. "If you do not follow any of these rules, there will be serious consequences." He informed them, then moved to show the large television screen that would be mounted on the entrance of the mountain, which held fifteen rules. (More would be added as the team continued with their idiotices.)

Wally yawned, knowing very well that he would not follow these rules, and rolled his eyes. "Kid Flash, most of these are directed at you, which means you must learn control." Batman told him, focusing his glare on the speedster.

Wally straightened up and nodded, and said, "I will do my best."

To break all of these to my highest extent. He added mentally, all the while smirking evilly.