Rule #25: No trying to contact; or travel to; other Earth's, dimensions, or universes. Not only is it not safe or humane, but it also is incredibly stupid.

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Rule #27: We do not care if peer pressure was involved, you are; under any circumstances; not allowed to consume alcoholic beverages.

"Come on Wally, it'll be good!" Roy told Wally as he swung a beer bottle around.

"I-I don't know, Roy. The Bat-"

"Screw the Bat! He isn't here, is he? It's just you, me, Roy, an' a whole lot a bottles o' whiskey!" Jason slurred as he drapped himself over Wally's shoulders, all the while taking a swig of his bottle.

It was actually funny, they didn't have any whiskey there. All they had was wine and beer. But Jason seemed to have forgotten that in his drunken state. It was supposed to have been a normal day, with no getting kidnapped or getting yelled at, but Jason seemed to have another thing in mind. He grabbed Roy from his apartment, then both of them took Wally from his house. He was so screwed when he got back home.

Wally eyed both of them wearily, not sure of what he should do now that both the responsible adults he was with were drunk out of their minds, and snapped his fingers when it came to him.

"Guys, why don't you let me go get the car? You know, to drive you home." He asked them.

And they both laughed. "Sure thing, Wallace. But first," Jason said, smirking evilly. "Have a drink with us." He said, raising the bottle.

Wally eyed it fearfully, then looked at Roy, who was also smiling and nodding at him. Wally hoped that someone found them; anyone, really; but he knew that it would never happen. Jason had taken them to some random bar in the outskirts of Metropolis, pretty close to a place called Smallville.

And, as if signing his soul away to the devil, Wally grabbed the bottle and drank. After the burning sensation had left him and he was able to breath again, Wally's eyes widened.

"That. Was. Awesome!" He yelled, and took yet another swig of the drink.

Jason and Roy fist bumped, even though they knew they were giving an alcoholic beverage to a minor, and Jason turned to the bartender, who was eyeing Wally with suspicion.

"Three beers here!" He yelled, seeming to not care at all what could happen to him for bein so demanding.

The man walked towards the table and laid down the three bottles, and eyed Wally with more cause. He seemed too young to even be out of school at this hour. "How old are you?" He asked all of them, even if it was more directed at Wally.

"Twenty two." Roy answered, giving him a cheeky grin.

"And we're both twenty one!" Wally answered for Jason, wrapping an arm over the man's shoulder.

The man gave them both a look that said he didn't believe them, but the ginger's didn't care. They just continued drinking.

"I tol' you it was fuuuuunnnnn!" Jason dragged out, stumbling out of the bar with Wally and Roy at his sides.

Wally giggled and hiccuped, stumbling and falling over his own feet, and said, "You're right, Jakey-birdy!"

And suddenly Roy stopped both of them with an outstretched arm. Both of them looked at the oldest of them, wondering what was wrong, only to see him squinting at the distance.

"What's that?" He asked, sounding more sober than before, but he still sounded drunk.

Wally and Jason looked on in the direction that Roy was pointing at, only to find a kind of swirling blue thing.

"I don't know." Wally slurred, then gave a Cheshire smile. "Let's go see."

Jason smiled at him and ran off towards the thing, then went Wally. Roy stared after them, shrugged, took one last sip from his drink, and threw the bottle on the floor. "Don't forget the rum!" He yelled, giggling at his 'Pirates of the Caribbean' reference (not much of a reference, but he's drunk) , and took off running after them.

When they reached the swirling thing, Jason smiled eerily and poked it. Wally slapped his hand, and shook his head. "You never poke unidentified things!" He exclaimed, then smiled evilly. "You throw yourself inside."

Jason eyed him, shrugged, grabbed Roy; who had arrived a moment ago; and Wally, and jumped inside of the thing. The three screamed the whole way down the tunnel, and those mixed in with their drunken giggling. Jason couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful colors that they passed, and couldn't help but try to touch them. He ended up getting horribly burnt.

And, as fast as they had entered the tunnel, the three were spewed out in the middle of a kind of restaurant. The one inhabitant was shocked to see them fall, but even more surprised when the three gingers started to laugh. Yes, Jason had lost his black hair dye.

"Let's do it again, but this time, with a lunch tray!" Wally giggled.

"Why a tray?" Roy asked, sobering up a little.

"So we can slide down like in McDonald's!" Wally exclaimed, falling into yet another fit of giggle.

And that caused the other two to laugh again. Oh, how much fun they were having! Sadly, they didn't notice the teenager that walked over to them, wondering just what he had done to piss off destiny this time.

Clark didn't really think something exciting would happen the first time he closed up the Talon for Lana. She had to go back home for some family issues, and Clark wasn't about to let her worry about leaving the Talon early. So, he worked there for the last hour, and was about to close up right when those three crazy men showed up.

"Excuse me, are you three okay?" Clark asked, wondering just what had happened.

The three looked up at him, then youngest squinting his eyes to see him better, and gave him a bright smile. "Supey! How are you?" He asked, disentangling himself from his friends and staggering up.

"And when did you let your hair grow out? Did you find the cure to baldness?" He asked, making Clark wonder just what had happened.

"Bad Wally! That's not clone, but big guy!" The other ginger with green eyes said, but he stayed on the floor.

The boy, now Wally, squinted at him, then his eyes widened. "Supey! You're not Supey! How could you lie to me?!"

And before Clark could react, Wally had slapped him. "Stop ignoring Conner! He's a good kid once you get past the moody teenager!" Wally yelled, but Clark was too stunned to do anything.

That slap actually hurt. He stared at Wally, wondering what he was, but the boy was preoccupied with staring at his clothing. "Dude! Since when does Supey wear plaid!?" He asked, not really caring about the fact that Superman was one of the strongest people alive, and could most probably hurt him real bad if he wanted to.

"Excuse me?" Clark asked, wondering just what was happening and what he meant.

But Wally didn't seem to care, and instead collapse on him, giggling madly. "You're strong." Wally mumbled into Clark's chest.

He eyed him, then Jason and Roy, who had both fallen asleep, and sighed. What was he going to tell his parents now. Wally turned around in Clark's arms, then noticed the place. "This place is fancy." He noted, his voice sounding less drunk and confused than before.

Clark raised an eyebrow at him, and said, "Well, I'd be glad to tell you about it, if you tell me how you got here."

Wally glanced up at him, but something seemed to surprise him because he pushed Clark away. With superspeed. "Ohmygosh! You're not Superman!" He gasped, and started to pace in superspeed. "Shit! This could only mean we're in some other world! Kriff, the Bat's going to kill us!"

Clark stared at him, then shook his head, and instead of asking how he had his speed, "Hey, uh, Wally, there's no need to worry about that right now. How about I take you guys back to my house, see if we can sort things out?" He asked.

Wally looked at him with wide eyes, thought about it for a second, then nodded. Clark grabbed Jason and started dragging him towards the truck, while Wally grabbed Roy and followed Clark. The ride to the farm was a long and silent one, where Clark and Wally were both pretty deep in their own thoughts.

Fortunately for Wally, a speedster's metabolism meant that even though he got drunk faster, the alcohol would leave his system just as fast. Clark was just thinking about what this meant. These people could be friends, or enemies, and from what he had seen, they could also have powers.

When they arrived at the house, all of the lights were still on, so Clark sped inside. "Hey, dad, think you can help us real quick?" He asked, ignoring the glare he got from his mom because of speeding inside.

"Sure thing, son." Jonathan said, getting up from his chair and walking over to him. "What did you do this time, Clark?" Jonathan asked while they walked towards the truck.

Clark smiled at his father, and said, "Actually, this time, I didn't cause it. You wouldn't believe me unless you saw it for yourself." He told Jonathan, making the man's eyes widen.

"Clark?" He asked, but Clark had already opened the door, making a red haired teen stumble out.

"Dad, this is Wally. Wally, this is my father, Jonathan Kent." He introduced them.

Wally looked up from Clark to Jonathan, and gave the man an award winning smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kent." He said, raising his hand so they could shake.

Jonathan shook his hand, then turned to Clark. "I don't understand what you meant, Clark."

"You'll understand soon enough. Go open that door, but be careful that he doesn't fall on you." Clark answered, starting to drag out another ginger man.

And that got Jonathan worried. What had Clark done this time? Still, he did as he was told and opened the other door, for a gun to be pointed at his face.

"Who r yu?" The slurred question caught him off guard, but before anything could happen, Wally was in front of him, glaring at the gun toting man.

"Jay, no need to point guns at people you don't know. He's just trying to help!"

The man glared at him, then Jonathan, and put his gun away. "I don't need no help." He grumbled, then tried to get out of the truck, only to fall flat on his face.

"Sure you don't, Jaybird!" Wally laughed at his predicament, making Jason glare at the floor.

"Shud up!" Jason mumbled, and tried to push himself up, only to fall back on the floor.

Seeing that Wally wouldn't be helpful at the moment, Jonathan helped Jason up, only to hive brush him off. "I don't need any help." Jason mumbled, but Jonathan shook his head.

"Sure you don't. Now come on before you fall on your face again." Jonathan told him, wrapping Jason's arm over his shoulder, and starting the walk towards the house.

Clark would have a lot of explaining to do.

Rule #29: No video games that have to do with cute creatures fighting each other.

"How do I play this?!" M'gann yelled at Wally, who was trying to teach her how to play this confound device.

"That's what I'm trying to show you, M'gann." Wally told her, already getting tired of her outbursts.

"That's it! I quit! I'll never learn how to play this!" M'gann yelled, throwing the device at Wally, then ran away.

She was still trying to understand how to move the person on the screen around so she could set the clock. Never again will Wally try to explain something to the Martian.

Rule #30: None of you are allowed to try to contact the Red Hood. Or any ex-hero that has turned evil.

"What you're telling me is that Wally has grown a kind of connection with muy ex-son, and now you want the League to stop it." Batman spoke slowly, all the while Flash glared at him.

"You don't have to say it as if it was all my fault." Flash grumbled.

"Some of it is, Flash." Batman said, and was about to say why, but Flash cut him off.

"Well, then most half of it is your fault. You're the one who screwed Jason up." Flash growled, not caring about the Bat's feelings.

Batman glared at him, making Flash cower in fear, and said, "I'll think of something."

*Break line*

"What's the meaning of this?" Wally asked as soon as the tape had been ripped from his mouth.

He was kneeling in front of the League, all of them in their fancy throne like seats (Just imagine it), and they were all looking down at him.

"You have been causing a lot more trouble this past few months." Batman noted, in an almost condescending tone.

Wally glared at him, and said, "Well, of course. It's just so easy to piss you off!" He smiled.

Flash facepalmed at his nephew, but the other heroes ignored him. Why must Wally cause so much problems?

"Wally, from now on a Leaguer or one of your team members will be with you at all times, making sure you do not contact the Red Hood." Batman said.

Wally's eyes widened at him, and he protested. "What?! You can't do that! Jason's one of my best friends!"

"He's a criminal. It is not safe for you to be so close to one." Martian Manhunter spoke up.

"He's not a criminal. He's an anti-hero." He said in A-Matter-of-Fact tone. "Big difference."

Flash rolled his eyes, and said, "Wally, it is not safe or smart for you to be hanging out with someone like him."

"Doesn't matter, Uncle B. If I know any kind of Rogue at all, he'll kidnap me as soon as I set foot on the ground." He told them.

"We won't let that happen."

That same day Jason and Roy took Wally to the bar. Where they were sent to another universe. Who would have thought?

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