Jason stared at Miguel, poking his shoulder, "You're not that big," he inspected the rest of his muscles, "Just a tiny amount taller than me."

Migs was spinning the twins as well as Miles and Hobie on his arms, as Gunner and May held to his back. Allowing a roaring applause of giggles and laughing to encourage him to keep going.

"Do you want a turn?" he teased Red Hood, "You don't need to be jealous, you just have to ask."

"I'm not jealous!" he was quick to reply, crossing his arms.

Miguel smirked, bending down and letting everyone climb off his arms and collapse into a giggle pile, "Are you sure? Come on," he flexed his bicep, "Grab on, I'll spin you too."

"No," Jason mumbled, "I don't want a spin," he kinda did, "I want a push up contest, you and me, lets go!"

"I think I'm going to outlast you."

"Nu uh! I think I have a good fighting chance!" he dropped to the floor, "Don't let my pretty hair fool you, I'm much tougher than I look," he threw a confident smirk his way.

Miguel looked at Hobie and Miles, both of which were getting their bearings and still dizzy. But they noticed his face and shrugged.

"Give 'im what he wants, mate," Hobie tried to stand, tripping some.

"Alright, you want a contest, let's go," 2099 smirked, getting down on the ground.

X

Ten minutes of pushups went by, only pausing for Jason to take his t-shirt off and just leave his tank top on. By minute 15 he was beginning to break a sweat while Miguel was smiling.

"Want to stop?" Mig smirked.

"Why? Are you tired? I knew those muscles were just for show," Jason shook the sweat from his face.

"Your funeral."

"Maybe you should give up," Hobie stepped on Mig's back, "It's nothing wrong with not being the strongest in the room," he stepped down and grabbed Miles, getting back on the giant's back, "See?"

"I can totally do this with one of you on my back! You!" he pointed to Miles, "Get on my back!"

"Nah, you're kinda sweaty and I don't want to get wet."

He sulked, continuing his push ups.

The group was nearly thrown off by a thud from the front room. Some shouting and then another thud.

"What's going on out there?" Miles looked at the door.

"Adults doing adult things," Hobie pushed a wooden car over the nape of his bro's neck.

X

"RKO!" Virgil shouted as he slammed Nightwing into the mat.

"Go for the body, go for the body!" Adam shouted as Dick and Virgil went at it.

"You were talking mad stuff a minute ago," Dick grabbed Virgil in a headlock, "And don't forget, no powers."

"I don't need them," Static grunted, grabbing Dick's waist and slamming him on the ground, punching him in the side several times. He nearly choked when Dick wrapped his thighs around his throat.

"Let's see you get out of this!" the original Robin held him in place.

"Do you think this will work?" Virgil strained, "You haven't met my wife? Your thighs mean nothing!" he reached up, hitting one of his friend's pressure points, causing him to yelp in surprise and loosen just enough," Tap in, tap in!" he reached over, tapping Jess's hand and rolling out.

"My turn," she cracked her knuckles.

"You got this baby, I'm gonna check on the kids," Virgil rubbed his throat and went to the playroom, "How's everyone doing?"

Jason gave the man a raised eyebrow, "Why are you so out of breath?"

"The same reason you're dripping sweat on my floor, exercising," He checked the time, "Ok, time for someone to get ready for bed," he swam through the sea of silliness to get Gunner, who was already rubbing his eyes and getting a bit antsy, "I will return soon. You guys start picking up and putting away your toys."

"We're having a contest!" Jason complained.

"Be that as it may, you guys need to start cleaning. You're going to move to the front room so everyone can watch a movie and have some ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Miles jumped up to start putting away the few toys he and Mig still had out. Hobie joined in, helping put away some of the dolls and fake kitchen toys with the actual toddlers.

After a few minutes of getting Gunner nice and fresh and in his jammies. And giving him a bedtime bottle and kiss, Virgil left him in his crib to go see the other kids.

"You don't look great," Miguel commented on how flustered his opponents cheeks were, "Maybe you should have some water."

"I'm just fine," he panted, "It's only been like thirty minutes."

2099 rolled his eyes, standing, "We'll just say you won. I'm afraid you're going to pass out."

"I have returned," he walked over to the redhead, "How are we doing, Mayday?"

"I went to the potty," she pointed, "I'm a big girl, see!" she pulled her pants down to show him her dry pull up.

"You did? You are becoming such a big girl!" he was effusive in his praise to the three year old, "Ok, then you ladies go to the front room and let Jessie know that it's about to be movie time."

The trio nodded, hurrying out.

"On to you," Virgil checked Hobie, "Yep, let's get you taken care of and in your jimjams."

Jason wiped his brow, turning his chin up to Miguel before grinning, "I like you. Next time I'm gonna get one of the supers to go against you. Are you coming to the party?"

"Uhm," Mig scratched his chin, "I don't know. Maybe."

"Hey yo- where is your shirt?" Dick raised a brow.

"Where's your shirt?"

"On my person," he grabbed his brother's arm, inspecting him, "You're incredibly sweaty. Were you going out tonight?"

Jason shrugged, the night was still young. Who knows.

"Ok, better question. Did you want to stay and watch a movie with everyone else?"

"Yea," he said obviously, "V said there was cake. I want cake, duh."

"Ice cream," Miguel corrected, stretching himself out.

"Ice cream," he repeated, "And I want him to come to the party. Make him come."

"He can come if he wants, I can't make him. Well, let's get you some form of cleaned off," Dick pulled him away.

Mig kneeled down, checking on Miles, "Are you having a good time?"

The teen flinched. He gave his friend a wide smile, "I'm having a really good time. Thanks for inviting me over."

"Sleepy?"

"No," he rubbed his eyes, "I'm excited for ice cream and movies."

Miguel looked him over and gave him a little smile, rubbing his head.

"Alright boys," Virgil waltzed in, "Let's get you both in your night clothes," he walked to Miles. The teen shrunk away a little as he was checked, "You are real wet."

"Am not! I sat in water!" he blushed, covering the damp area on the back of his pants.

"C'mon, kiddo, let's get you fresh and clean," Virgil led him out.

"I spilled it!" Miles whined, following behind him to the bathroom.

"Why are we shouting? Huh? What are you yelling about?"

"I didn't wet," he mumbled, glaring to the wall as the man watched him.

"Miles," he tut, taking the boy's chin and forcing him to meet his eyes, "What are we fussing about? Huh?"

He shuffled, eyes watering, "I…I didn't mean to. We were having a lot of fun and playing. And I tried to go, but each time I went someone was in there. Then I just kinda forgot," he wiped his eyes.

"You don't have to cry," Static shushed, giving him a hug, "It's ok, you don't have to cry. That's what your pull ups are for."

"But, but," he sobbed, "I'm supposed to be a big brother."

"You still are," he reassured, petting his back. Clearly the kid was tired and uncomfortable, "You just have to let me, aunty Jessie or someone know you need a change. OK? We don't want our little heroes getting rashes. How about we get you nice and clean and ready for ice cream?"

"I-I'm still a big brother?" he wiped his eyes, giving Virgil the most adorably sad look.

"Aww, of course you are," he gave his forehead a smooch, "You're fine, ok, big boy."

X

The kids, those who had pajamas, all ended up comfy and sat around the TV to watch Night at the Museum.

"I'll drop you off after the kids are done with the movie," Virgil told his brother.

"Sharon is gonna be ecstatic. 'Why you let them stay up so late?'," Adam imitated his wife. He knew she wasn't actually worried about it, just liked to give him strife occasionally.

"But they are gonna sleep amazingly," Jess pointed out, "As is everyone else. Including you."

"I can't wait," he leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes.

Had Jason not wanted to stay for the movie Dick probably would have done a little night hero work, but he needed to get some sleep before work. Hey at least his brother was having fun though.

Jess found herself contently collecting empty bowls and fawning over practically every one of the kids sleeping against Miguel, who was deeply entranced by the film.