"I'm gonna stop sending my son over there," Jefferson told his friend, "Everytime he comes back he has a new recipe to try. Do you know I've had to add an extra hour to my workout each week since them garlic knots and that d*mn tres leche?"

Virgil smirked, "I mean, those were good. Did he put the cheese inside?"

"Dude," Jeff ran his hand along his head, taking his glasses off to shake his head, "It looked like b reel when you pulled them apart. So, so good. Oh! So good."

"Yeah, the boys enjoyed their day in the kitchen," he teased, "Seems like you enjoyed it too."

"Gonna be rolling to work at this rate," the cop grumbled, rubbing his stomach, "You still plan on watching him a couple weeks?"

"I recall, not even five minutes ago, you complaining about me watching him because he's making you fat."

"You just have to answer yes or no, I didn't ask for all this extra sass."

"Sass is my mother tongue," Static teased, "Yeah, he can come over. Another week of stress for him?"

"No, he hasn't seemed too stressed," Jeff shook his head, "Well, a few nightmares, but I think he's just tired. I've been trying to get him ready for bed a little earlier as of late. "

Virgil nodded some, listening intently, "Have you guys been able to have a day together yet?"

"We've gone for a few walks, but a full day has been hard to come by for me, let alone him," Jeff felt a little bad about that, but with work increasing for him something has to give. It's one reason he's felt like kind of a leech with how often he's had his son visit.

"You still there?"

"Yeah. We haven't been taking advantage, have we?"

"What? No! We love having Miles visit, he's a wonderful kid."

"He is," Jeff agreed, "I hate that we haven't had a lot of time, but I've really wanted to make sure he's been able to get out and socialize. Between this spider-man crap and everything else, I'm just trying to make sure he has something to keep him out of trouble and balanced. I know I should be the one helping balance him, but."

Virgil nodded, hearing him sigh, "Hey, the girls had a mommy and me day, we'll have to do a daddy and me day with the boys. You come up with a day."

"We really do. I think the last time we had a really good day was when we had that movie marathon," he really had to do something with his son. Maybe they could just go for a drive or something soon. He would do that tonight. Just drive so that he and his son could have a little time together.

"We'll figure something out, buddy. Don't worry about it," V encouraged, "Just know he's going to have plenty of fun when he comes over."

Mig was staring out of the window, shifting in excitement. His friend was supposed to come.

"But don't think you don't have to return the favor," V teased, glancing over to his boy, "Nope, I want no excuses. Nope, not good enough."

Mig bounced happily in place, "He's here, he's here!"

Daddy glanced to the door, hearing the bell, "I'll catch you later, boss, Migs has a friend visiting today. But I'm going to send you my dad's number, I think you should really talk to him. He can give you better insight into dealing with having a hero teen than me, " with that he bid his friend ado and went to open the door, "Well hello there. Good to see you made it."

"Sure did," Jason nodded, hurrying in, "Hi!"

"Hi," Mig waved, excited to have company, "What do you want to do first?"

"I brought this thing," he held up a smore machine, "I don't know if you like s'mores but I brought it."

"Shoes off in the house," Virgil closed the door.

"Hi, how's it going?" he sat on the floor to take his shoes off, "Bruce and everyone said hi and thank you for letting me come over. Thanks."

Static nodded, smiling in approval, "No problem, happy you could come and play with him."

"I got nerf guns too," Jason opened his bag, showing off, "Want to play with this?"

"Can we play it?" 2099 looked to his caretaker for permission to which Virgil nodded, "Yeah, come on," he led him to the backyard.

"I hope you have good aim," he smirked, rushing after him with the guns.

X

"I would have expected better," Jason shot several styrofoam darts at him.

"You act like I haven't dodged most of them," Miguel shot at him from the roof.

"Come down here and fight like a man!" he hurried behind the tree.

"Come up here and fight like a spider," Mig taunted.

"D*mmit, I'm running low on ammo," he racked another mag. He used a mirror to look behind him and gauge the wind for a perfect shot.

"What you doing?" a deep British broach asked from above him.

Jason aimed at him, nearly pulling the trigger. He recognized Hobie wasn't his target and told him to shush, "I'm planning on how to finish off the enemy. I'm going to capture him and hold him captive for cake pops. I'm thinking I can get at least 50 cake pops for him."

"Oh, ok," Hobie glanced at Miguel through the branches, "Can I play?"

"You don't have a weapon, we'll have to get you one soon. Unless," he rubbed his chin, "I know!"

Jason came out with his hands up, setting the gun on the ground, "I surrender and come to you with a request for our next game."

Mig stared him down, aiming his gun, "State your request."

"Want to play Save the Princess? It's like cops and robbers meets capture the flag."

The giant jumped down from the roof, "I'm listening."

"Hobie can be the princess. Do you want to be the good guy who saves him, or the bad guy who has to play keep away with him?"

Mig turned to see the wick head's grinning face. He contemplated being the hero and saving him from the nefarious Red Hood. But he played the hero in real life all the time. Maybe it was time to see how things were as the bad guy.

"I'll play keep away with him," he finalized his decision.

"Ok, bet. We gotta gather the darts so we can have full ammo again then you steal him and I come looking for you."

"I gotta look the part!" Hobie stated, taking his shoes off and running inside, "Meet you at your room," he called back.

X

Virgil looked up, hearing noise across his roof, "Please don't fall through my roof, please don't fall through my roof," he sighed, walking about to put the laundry away.

He came across a pair of skinny jeans in his hallway. Lovely. Those certainly don't belong to anyone in his house. Then a few steps later he found a cute little moon crop top.

"Ok, so there is another child in my house. And he's naked. As long as I don't see an abandoned diaper there's no need to panic," he grabbed the clothes and hurried to the window, "Hobie!? Miguel!? Miguel is Hobie with you?"

"Yes, we're playing a game!" Miguel responded.

"What kind of game?"

"We're playing Save the princess. Shh, we're hiding from Jason."

"I'm the princess, Daddy!" Hobie called.

"Is the princess wearing clothes?"

"Yes!"

"Ok," he commented, continuing on with his chores. He'd see what was going on with them at snack time. Though he was still mildly concerned as he heard his roof creak and was sure he heard a grappling hook hit the gutter, "Please, just don't fall through the roof."

"Haha!" Jason ran into the kitchen holding Hobie as Miguel chased after him, "Don't worry Princess, you're safe now. I just have to get you to your castle."

Miguel was hot on his tracks, "Cheater! My princess!" he called as Hobie was placed in Gunner's playpen, "Curses, I've been bested," he pretended to faint.

"Looks like everyone is enjoying themselves," Virgil closed the sliding door and glanced over, "Hobie, no! We don't play in mommy's clothes like that!"

Hobie twirled it some, "But I needed to be a princess. This looks like a princess dress. See?"

"That's mommy's nightgown," he lifted him from the playpen, "Where did you get water balloons?"

"I found them in a bag that said 'party'. I needed proper boobs as a proper princess," he held his finger up as a gesture to proclaim his obviously correct state.

Virgil rolled his eyes at the boy's antics, "Come on, lets go get you back in your clothes. You got mommy's stuff dirty. Ugh, you're all covered in dirt," he looked at the other two's clothes, "Oh well, can't be helped," he squeezed the other boys' chin and gave Hobie a head pat, "Let's get you back in your proper clothes."